Drift Away [Poem]

A tattered edge of a tutu drifts across the playa

the exodus is over and a lonely volunteer pulls glitter from the dust

the vast space empty of noise makers and heighten expectations

only memories linger here

i knew you would answer

when my disoriented plane

put me half a thousand miles from my connection

you were always there

except when you weren’t

“of course, come, you can have half my bed”

your generosity resonates in thru your sleepy voice

Sabrina is Ruby Tuesday

we chat when i arrive at absurd o’clock

you are busy as always

a festival medic you say, it fits you

you turned down a gift ticket to Burning Man

also classic you


we’re out of touch

different coasts, different clans

you were for me a shooting star

bright, short, hot

the torn tutu drifts just slightly out of reach

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About paxus

a funologist, memeticist and revolutionary. Can be found in the vanity bin of Wikipedia and in locations of imminent calamity. buckle up, there is going to be some rough sledding.

One response to “Drift Away [Poem]”

  1. paxus says :

    Thanks Pax–Here is my unadulterated poetic reply,

    The screen texts–and i cant read it, the phone calls and it is masked.
    ive lived with a defunct tool for many a week, and tonight it is disturbing.
    Someone I know and don’t know is reaching.

    Pax—in search of a landing– Of course and i wonder if I can stay up. I try and recognize my methods are failing. Sleeping on my bed with computer music near me I wake minutes before he arrives.. Glad i could greet him with a measure of awakeness, still i want to sleep.

    We nest, sleep and wake…working on our own lives. I feel like we have never left each other. the ease of doing our own thing so entwined in our fibers there was only the casual reference.

    Yet i know we only found a waystop,

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