I lay upon the white table
In dissected fashion
Saturated in guilt
I remember my love
She’s beautiful to me
I want to call her name

All days grey
All days medical yellow
All days blue
I look dull in this pastel hue

Here comes the saw
Skull-cap buzzing
Don’t take my brain away
You don’t need it
I’m unhinged on this marble
I’m disturbed

If you put that inside someone else
They’ll be just like me
And you wouldn’t want that
Would you?

Take this stardust heart
It must have some use
For it holds no memory
You can re-start it
It’s yours
I offer it freely

Victor
I’m only making fun
Do what you want
I don’t need this shell of a body anymore
Here comes the light
Goodbye friend

she knew
we were flawed

our insistence
& our rush
to arrive
to be present
nearby
& unabashed
    lift the tenor

explain the gravity
or change the chemistry
for modern love
intuitively learned
& reworked 
to romance
our belonging

she knew
Mary Shelley
she knew

Mary Oliver too
who relearned herself
in nature’s garden

the patchwork quilt
readied for the deep chill.

Subsequent Harmonies

he’s different,
unmarried & early future,
where they’re all single,
educated, highly literate technologically
& fascinated by the plausibility
of that silicon beauty,
those automated responses &,
total subservience

he wonders
should he intervene,
bring her to life, define her
& be her champion
because he loves her sensual statistics
& that impending deference,
to him & only him

her manual will be his Bible
that narrative for shared fulfillment,
a new life’s quality dimension
for without her
he is just another aching man
awaiting a designer purchase,
where a formal request to dance
is no longer required.