Determination

Is every day in this city a death

in the face of sleep?

Fast currents run out their research

no longer confidential.

We become customers browsing caves

lost, uninstructed, alone without respect

for any other love that walks on by

so hard an aloneness that may capsize

or close down lives.

We are no longer confident but outdated

mere soap bubbles

in a pool of broadcasting corporations.

We have no hands which can bear this force.

Tell me if I have shifted, if I have merely posed

and my fingers grasp tenuous locks

opened for my liking

if I have failed and you can give me no answer

if no-one could find me

no one carry me

to your spread of shy waves

as sky & light disappear ferried by the hours

by manufacture & blast.

How hard it is

learning to handle the weight.

Is it the price? Recording our inner longing

outside boutiques of pleasure.

Even within decrease

or whatever must be postponed

a dubious night that could be our ruin

or a morning flowering with grenades

when great hulks turn over

stacks of a system

even if we are woken by storm

we still eat our fruit

as if undefiled by ropes, locks, court orders.

We publish our pulse within

each other panting, the heat.

Our determination skates the hours

skinning low on night

uncontained.