peerless crystal orbs filled with
viscous coloured liquor boil
emitting vapours the colour of
their liquor
those who inhale them
breathe deeply
become intoxicated
mesmerized ardently pursuing those delicious perfumes
they became amnesiacs who
forget who they were
who then are founded anew
and forgotten again
the carpets and the surrounding
cropped lawns out of doors are traipsed by happy
amnesiacs and re:amnesiacs
I introduced myself over and over again to the same faces who appeared as delighted
the third or fourth time
as they were when first they met me
as they were when first they met me
always smiling and relaxed
taking my hand emphatically
between theirs
and after awhile
the queerness in me flees
the queerness in me flees
the queerness initially fed
when introduced
I would say my name and they
were untroubled
unperplexed they hadnt a name
Then what shall I call you
I think really that
does not matter I do not think I will remember
it neither mattered or were introductions remembered
they were always gay
they would always embrace me take
me around the shoulders and wander me near the
orbs
insisting I enjoy
and when I graciously declined they shrugged indifferently inhaled deeply and said
See there is no harm
It is beautiful
and inhaling again
smiling again It is beautiful You are beautiful inhaling
Who are you
when you are asked who you are
as many times as I was asked by these beatific faces
you begin to wonder yourself
were you this tag you
introduced yourself as
were you who you said you were
or were they more who they were than who they thought
themselves to be or could never
remembered themselves
to be
the orbs smoked incessantly
wafted or rose in blushed
slender columns and spirals
their syrruptitious plumes
captured under wood
eaves or against dappled ceilings melded and
swirled like galactic
beginnings surreal fabrics
and were ever more ever more enticing
Who are
you
are you who you are
0039, Monday,
7 10. 13
