the magnet between us?
are we not fanatically enchanted?
honorary members of that favored union?
and what happened to that strength we bred,
traversing miles of desolation highways?
didn't we stare down our former dreams of horseshit?
have we exhausted our dreams of finding endless music?
mystery to me
exacting so many empty words
as we stumble into each other’s prisons
even when we sense
the language we use
is foreign to each other
mystery to me
this montage kinship
where neither recognizes the flow
seeping away,
devoid of empathy,
grim patterns now well established
mystery to me
why we are compelled
to drive off another cliff
when there's another more magic,
the kind to remind ourselves of our attraction
as women
burning with manfire?
must we once again
gather our castaway chips
recklessly wagering them once more,
pretending excitement
inside this wax museum where we reside,
mystified prisoners
who cannot escape
from each other's servitude?
1978
Bisbee