Midnights Voice (November 3,1950 / Selma, Alabama)
Maybe just another,
''It's time to go to work.'' she says.
'' Ha! your no longer bemuseingly quiet. '' I quip
She starts to sway a little to and fro.
''Come on, now work before play.'' she says
'' I've got many things to say, '' so goes her lament.
'' You can make it two!
Why not tempt eternity? ''
The melting cubes
are my high tide
making froth out of my
Sea shells collect in whirlpool
snares between swells
of reasoning and dissonance
'' That the best you can do? ''
she mulls over my shoulder,
''Second grade at best! ''
Your going to miss me when I go,
'' Oh! no no no...''
Three card slam
Everything is wild
But the Queen of hearts
'' Been done, don't go there! ''
I turned and looked my muse
up and then down
... oh? you can do better?
'' Move over fool and watch a muse master at work: ''
In the blackness of my soul
I sit listening to far off thunder
as inside it also rolls
For long long seconds
There is no sound
Then begins a rumble bound
Quick flashes does my mind's
Hind sight cause flashes white
of truth hidden by the night
It is perhaps then I stir
And begin to think of you
A soul's prick as if a burr
Then the truth will flash
And I slow count to ten
Before I hear the rumble within
Then comes a calm
No more flash or sound
I have buried my thoughts under ground
''I don't know, '' I slowly say
'' Maybe by the morrows' light
I'll have a say. ''
Then with a stare that caused the fluids
in my glass to freeze...
she simply was then wasn't there.
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