Willimantic River, 7AM

The river races below my window
Through my mind
The sun goes down
Behind the railroad tracks
Below the bridge which doesn’t work
Beneath the streetlights gone berserk
Flashing green pulses across the crest of
The waterfalls edge, I watch dusk
Stretch like a calico cat
Along the muddy banks littered with trash
The running streams of oil
That cast rainbows upon the surface of
The past which lurks
Behind my back
Under my breath
Churning circles of cosmos
And burning wells of the midnight oil

Without me even noticing it
Which memories are you here to remind me of?
The future is a bright and shining star above the bridge
Which holds tomorrow on a pedestal
Under which the river of yesterday flows
As I try to patch the hole in my sinking life boat
I cannot control or float towards heaven on
Broken promises and swansongs
Let me try this journey again
The undertow is holding me
A thirsty – god hungry – love trusting – lust hating – angel
A bursting – energetic blood cussing – long awaited – stranger