Broken Weekend

Thursday 

Dreamlike folklore bathed in pansies
Violets and pansies 
Strewn throughout Hyde Park like
London bridges falling
Brooklyn bridges falling
Underneath a bridge in Dublin
Mrs. Sinico escapes paralysis 
Nightmares caused by demon elves
Perching on a supple chest
Lips enough to kiss you.
German English trauma 
London Heathrow departures 
I held onto you so wistfully

When you could not swoon 
Deafening intrusion and our earbuds 
Blaring hot and onanistic
I would have liked to dance to you.
You have not a right to tell them 
Tell them what I do to you.
We descended to the basement
Wrapped my arms around your head 
Sniffling and would I catch a cold 
Around your chest 
Elbows polymeric structure
Waiting in a queue to Asphodel 
Burning like Elysium. 

Concatenating secrets 
Threading stories through your vision 
Sauntering to Lincoln Centre 
Arms my head your righthand shoulder 
Breathing sixteen other moments 
Trains that run express 
Tonight I came to thoughts of you.
Oh do not tell 
You are blaring titillating music 
Gaudy cabs and their medallions
Rush like oh and running 
Everyone has seen us 
No one knows that there is nothing. 

Chagall is not your simple 
Stained fragmented window 
Giovanni singing 
Shattering a stained glass window 
Giovanni sinking 
Burning whipping devils 
Solitude a gleaming fountain
Motion towards the music school
Happiness refracted in these vestiges 
Marmoreal of you.
Leaning, back, come

Back in detachment
Unannounced announcements 
We have drifted far away
Emptied frail stations 
Windowshopping costumes 
Grotesque placards and erotic 
Walk my arm through you.
Hush the fallen people 
Walk me to your room 

Friday 

You must start behaving 
A smidgen out of line
Puppeteers rule paradise 
Whisked away in whispers 
Clouding through this dream 

Punished if I touch you.
How shall I return to you.
Tampering excuses 
Sculpting visions
I am no Pygmalion 
You were set in skin and soul 
Marble Galatea 
When you were a man 
Who did not want a woman, 
Plainly.

Revelatory sky awaits us 
Belabouring, obscene
Resurrect the cold 
Vestigial enchanter 
Writhing in a booth 
May I be indecent next to you.
Profiteroles and escargots
Waiters glorious procession 
Chocolate sauce in drizzles 
Conjoined with this I love you.
Now we are alone
One must be more careful.

Luxury on route again 
This is tea in a glass kettle 
Honeyed vows to stir and suck
Ophelia has pierced the womb
Meeting you was opportune 
Caress me like a princess 
Feel the fever on my forehead
When we talk of absinthe
Gleam of the forgotten seasons
Red like Canada’s hotels 
Do not call the check 
The wealthy never can be in a hurry 
Do not linger by the lavatory 
You would hear it softly 
But to scream for you.

Walk me back through pristine 
Trading centres incognito 
Windowshopping closed 
Pedestals with minted watches
Etiquette this plastic suitcase
In a stream of waxy pearls
Come to mermaids by the sunset
Submerging feelings in the ocean 
Kiss a pair of blossomed cherries
Swimming pool in Singapore 
France is plastered on the walls 
Charming let us fly to China
Are you bothered and amused
Trains are late.

Saturday 

This week there is a roaring 
Bacchanal with famed bacchantes 
Orgy with the whore of Babel
Would you like to take a train

Off and far away 
Unbridled disarray
Happy happy
Sovereignty 
Built into a library 
But hush 

These evenings we have undercut  
Roaming ineffaceable 
Seagulls slurring pantomimes
Pier with sprinkled moneyed yachts 
Runners dashing through 
A painted sea with lotos trees 
I have drowned in it with you.
Boardwalk walkers obfuscate 
Sauntering this cloudless frieze 
Ferry lurks towards an island 
Wait another week 
Delineate a passive summer 
Romantic solitude in green 
Perched upon a rock 
Pointed denigration 
Overturned mistake