recurrent…

we linger in dreams
quite aware
the new day has begun
for
sounds of morning
intrude upon
our lover’s conversation
that
conversation
that was
never held
nor
that gentle embrace
an embrace
we refuse to surrender
as light
nudges us apart
too soon
the spell of night
is gone
and
the new day
with its
demands
of
our consciousness
begins to erase
all traces
of the dream
but
at the end of the day
we rush
to keep
an unknown
appointment

 

nothing personal…

tourist items
manufactured in china
for
the local market
replicated
indigenous art
sold in
riverbank stalls
by
part-time natives
natives
carving out
an existence
in
a one percent world
complaints
issued
by
travelers
who’ve
already
sold their collective humanity
they are
the commune
of
anesthetized day-trippers
who
outline
verbally
over
an air-conditioned lunch
the crass nature
of
indigenous commerce
commerce
that
replicates
the
world
that provided
their passage
to
this
riverside
market