harbour at night.

  strolling  in the burg we occupy
a bench on the edge of  the  water

  in the  distance, on a  spit
of  land   palms limn the shore.
one bright  light hazes  the sky
flips eternity signs, evokes  aliens
for me, an rc  craft   for you.
.
where  did the  magic go?

after you left me
at  the  car parked
in  front of  the catholic  church
moon  above the bell  tower
jesus  baking on  the  cross
i  checked my phone
it wasn't  there. panicked  i drove back
and asked the gentleman
sleeping on the   bench, if he'd
found it? and  perhaps my weed?


 you danced  till  one  at the club
a little tlc  to  get the heart  pumping again.
how could  i know?

please understand  that lack
of encouragement is  sunless.
such  trees are stunted at  best.
  fractal flakes   of a neglected cat. 
you were loved from illusion to  end
angels haunt your death
 eros strokes your life.

the passage into the black  hole
is long  stringy and  laced with ariadne's  fine  cloth.
we have  been  here  evernally 
seeking a  way to  turn on the light
seeking   some trace of pattern meaning life.