"Alien Totems at Daybreak" (New poem, 2021/10/28)

Curious script on the willow
sun through the open window
her eyes among the family photographs

there's something unsettling in the way she breathes
listening to Italian noise
all through the night

there are sermons from utopia
gift cards from the broken
amazed archetypes of worry

why were we leaving this soon
the plateau seemed endless
and wrapped in starlit clouds hovering mindless and pensive
why were we dancing this lunatic
the madman across the waters
the old scratched LP
of some coffee shop songwriter
from the 60s

am I somehow worried
about the current of my art
and song flowing seamlessly but borderlessly
across the numb universe

are we puzzled by the same demos
reels of fractured soul
traps of imminent arrival
shores of ancient puzzle
puzzled
are we indeed

we think often of the backsides
roads never taken
roads taken too often
illusive matter over mind
mind in restless breeze of the alien sun

we are sad
there is no glory here

so are you somehow trapped my friend
in your 20th century clothes
you look bop idiotic
there's no room for mirrors
hand me that knife
and let the border do the talking
tents were erected at dawn
alien totems at daybreak