Big Sis

Neonatal narcolepsy plagues

My somber soul,

Twenty and two years ago

Your soul would wake

To find its breathless agony,

I feel you in mother's eyes,

I see you swim through those absent oceans and

Into her evening potions

That to tender limbs lobotomize.

Empty eyelids plagued by gestures,

And as I lay to rest

I feel your head upon my breast

Crying over lovesick misadventures

I pat your hair and feel your tears

Staining solipsistic skin,

Just short of kin 

But more than kind,
Always close yet never here.

Ne Me Quitte Pas

This concrete shrinks each evening,

The sky's no longer streaming,

And my dreams have been bleeding

Together with you in unending

             Farewell

The garden-beds lay flat with bitter shame as

Crestfallen chlorophyll fades into a sorry brown,

The cobbled pathways feel an empty same

Leading to the faded hue of

             this wretched town,

That shamrock breeze that shook 

My trees and scattered my fruit on tattered roots,

Picks me up, and from me took

The cup that it

             so graciously filled,

This coronary carrousel that spun and swayed

Our hearts away from the bitter daze

Has twirled its last,

     'Round and 'round  

              with unholy pasts.