Revanant

i am much younger then i am

my hair is dark and thick

instead of pruned bald

i am lean and meek

feeling hollow

as if weightless

we are at an airport

with no memory of getting their

i had left my hotel room urgently

in a strangers jacket that is mine

i can't find my Swedish wife

whom i miss like a panicked child

and my Asian wife whom i've never met before

and know all to well

is angry

and could care less if i got lost forever

i am going home to my parents house

and i remember that they are dead

but we had just spoken

there will be soup and horderves

and they are waiting for me

on my way

the streets and boulevards are unfamiliar

yet old hat

and no matter how long i walk

i can never find their house

it's located somewhere in Brooklyn

on Haze street in San Francisco

between shadows and smoke

at a numberless address

in a neighborhood unlike i have never known

in a place i've been to countless times before

there are no keys in my pocket

i must have left them at the hotel i cant get back to

no doors to knock on

all

faceless

and

mouths animated voiceless

i have a business

and retain no idea of what i do

i left my cloths somewhere

and i don't know why

in a locality i cant remember

for a reason that doesn't exist

late and expected

i'm desperate to get somewhere

and i know where im going

and nothing awaits me

a beautiful woman smiling offers me pot

she is friends with a girlfriend whom i'm committed too

but do not know and never met

and i want to cheat

but it will ruin everything

so i turn away

killing passion

in an already anchor-less miasma

i remember a past

my life a continuum

of disjointed vagueres

i fear myself a figment

a bodiless revenant

stranded in a fog

of incandescence and shrouds

a dis-junctured soul

that holds life so dear

discovering all an illusion

and that i am really nothing

in a labyrinth of shades

lighted by the sun of cognizance

a wretched phantom

living a dark fiction