My name is indeed not Filbert Hempstead. Unless indeed it perhaps is? I’m not using this acct anymore, I moved over to Poetizer. Sorry chaps.
My name is indeed not Filbert Hempstead. Unless indeed it perhaps is? I’m not using this acct anymore, I moved over to Poetizer. Sorry chaps.
I drove very fast—They drove very fast too
As we met each other
there was no sound
The house I built
The acres I bought
possession was suddenly something I am not
I stood across from them
Within…without…
Tomorrow, yesterday, now…never?
No. Always.
Everywhere. Always.
I love you as you love I—as I am you and you are I.
What’s more than to begin again?
Rest my sweet soul.
Rest alongside ...
I’m nothing here,
Such expensive thoughts,
Books.
Friends for a weekend.
Oedipus told me,
To abandon is to grow.
I was high then.
Something I’d never understand.
Climax
Fall
A dead hero.
Hah, Aimless vagrant!
A staple nobody.
Once someone,
Now convicted by namelessness.
Waiting on Dauphine Street
To be revived....
Your love is here.
You have waited long and begg’d for years.
Why do you complain—What do you fear?
A throne of chrysanthemum awaits you my dear.
You’ve been called, you’ve been missed.
“No one loves me,” you’d insist.
It’s here you’ve wandered tried and true.
From birth—blinded in ancient gloom.
This love is eternal, are you ready to bloom?...