Ode To A Western Friend Poem by Sebastian Soberania

in the market place you have arrived
as another stranger

the woman whom you have had made love
last month
in that motel with less
clientele
buys some fish and haggles for the
price
and you are beside him
she does not recognize the mask that you are wearing
the scent of musk
for indeed you have become
another creature that
even the past lover
cannot remember

it is you which has that elephantine
memory
every scent, every lock of hair
you always remember

you are condemned
to every temporary relationship
a love that must not last
an apartment always but not a house
a bonding of bodies
and never a family
or a band

you walk the streets meeting new people
living the life of a vampire
metaphorically speaking

yes you can fly and move as fast as light
yet your heart bleeds to every knife
to every slice and cut

the lines of your palms
always shall tell the true story of what is next to happen

so long, we are in the same line
i now heed to the East where my solitude shall finally rest