Why do you elude me, old poet friend
I scour for the substance of your vocabulary
hurt for the punctuated meaning you added to
years where I was small and unbridled-
hoping will you I will also find my syntax
discover my lost lexicon
lurking in the shadows of your feet
where swans lay to sleep
and intellectuals find that
wasting away in obscure video games
is the definition of vacation.

I know that your words are there
floating in the space that is easily searched
and hardly found.
I continue a fruitless hunt for something
resembling a muse
in brown eyes, sad and undiscovered.

04/21/2010

Posted on 04/22/2010
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