Dancing Bear - Two Poems

Home
Darkness
A comfort of shadows and empty air
Refrigerated white wine
Humming to oneself
Over salad for one
William Kijovski    alone.   tonight.
He taps computer keys to a salad eating beat
The internet poet has returned
King of the electronic bards
King without a crown
King of the hissing connections
Listens to the Smiths -"Is It Really So Strange?"
Writes sex in a message 
To a woman he’d like to lay
Sheila takes a bow while Shoplifters of the World
unite
and take over
Writes a message of hate to hurt a rival
Hooligan  of the sweet and tender variety
-the worse kind
Writes to a half a person consumed with mutual
obsessions 
A noise from outside
Silent padding to a peep hole
To watch Miss Temple from London across the hall
Giggling another suitor
Kijovski imagines panic in the halls
A girl afraid, Shakespear’s sister
Envisions he is her savior from these unsavory suitor
Says she, "Oh, William!"
"It was really nothing," says he.
Imagines a kiss and an invite in
Turns to face his coffin
Alone
With nails and a hammer
you just haven’t earned it yet, baby
sings the story of his life
tapping, clicking away to another woman
who thinks he writes poems to her
He writes Heaven knows. I’m miserable.  Now.
She asks him the usual questions
Stares at street lamp  golden lights of a cold 
and windy city night
These things take time
he replies fondling his rubber ring
takes him back to the old house
he grew up in
Hand in glove wrapped ‘round
Stretched out and waiting 
She says she likes him
Wants to meet him
Flirts him some more
Please
Please. Please. Let me get what I want.
Thinks he
Yeah, it would be the first time
he lies
This night has opened my eyes
but nothing has changed 
bitter, unlovable and asleep
in a silence louder than bombs

King. Poet.  sleeps.  naked.
King Electric Poet cannot 
hear the laughter.

	"Angel came down from heaven yesterday
	She stayed with me just long enough to rescue me..."
					-Jimi Hendrix
					

Last night
Last night I cried
drunk
like I used to drink
when I was half 
this age
only 
this time with nothing to prove

Last night
Last night three angels stood over my bed
stripping me of ragged clothes
washing soil from my skin
covering me with blanket and sheet
touching this raw pain
listening to my dark confession
wiping bitter sweat from my broken brow

Last night
Last night realizing how wrong I have been
selfish
blameless as a perfect lie
I purged petty sanguine emotions
from my soul
out my mouth
into a bright porcelain pew

Last night
Last night I drank angel tears
in the light of their nimbus
promising my life forever
begging for deliverance
offering my heart to these 
divine spirits
of hope and faith

Last night
Last night I was a fool
feeling lost and scared of life
having fallen 
into dark addiction
an escapist caught 
in a final fatal trap tugging at 
my chains gasping water and fear

Today I am a hope