The Roman - Blackout Beach

I been laid out on the floor

From the passing of time

I kiss my palm to see if it’s awake

And I noticed the absence of any signs

I broke my leg three months ago: dousing

That candlelight with wine

Snagged and caught my elbow on the shell

Knocked to the floor my collection of weeping Augustine

Dutifully

I remember Donna as she was 3 months ago

And most faces get lost in the haze

Clutch this tacky caricature of you to my chest and

Remember that Carthage was covered in a smoky haze

A Mimetic haze

The automatic and justified response

To a crude and graceless age

Is to run away

To keep running and fleeing and greeting and holding and beholding

Your love

Still man: why did she have to go?

My ENEMY is time