The whole day bares your wistful name my sweetest Berenice,
The sun's your face it's rays your hair when you wake up at dawn,
And clouds of black are as my soul was then when you were gone,
They cling and cover shiny star. Oh will they ever cease?
I hear the cars are passing by I look to see front seat,
Inside I clearly see us two enjoying, laughing loud,
I turn my looks away from cars into a nearby crowd,
And all I see are Berenices walking down the street.
Each thought I have go jumping on the loyal road to you,
Like Sisyphus of modern day I roll them from your name,
Then when I though I reached the peak they go back where they came,
And I am paused for a moment dear before I start anew.
The name of yours will find me still wherever I might run,
For love and misery I feel can never be undone.
Berenice! Berenice!
Where are your teeth?
And where did I leave my soul?
I had it yesterday before the lecture,
Where I took in so so much,
And I’ve never known so little since,
I ran for 30 seconds and became half a man,
And drank the great imperative,
Down black leaven country roads,
I’m sure this is the way…
If not I’ll get down on bended tree and fly away!
O’er the treetops I’ll resound,
Till Alfred wakes me and I drown.
Oh father’s heart achoo and achoo,
The black black heart of you,
The bluebird bites the hand that dares traverse the throat,
But I’ll win, when the next whores go ‘round the track,
With the fortune that I found in your eye,
Which bought my outcast state,
I visited the orange and dusty city with strong sweaty shoulders,
On whistling balloons tied to a dying light,
And down the length of a craggily arm
To his crooked pointing fingertip,
He was screaming from his wire-framed lips,
“O Thou! O Thou!!”
And there ended my dream and poetry.
Michael F. Lewis
12/25/2012
On poems that swim through my mind before sleep.
How many poems and poets can you find?
Some of this is nonsense.,
Unedited at the end of my glass....