la muse perdue

Ils se sont battus,
jusqu'a perdre halaine,
jusqu'a perdre Helene
et la raison de leur dispute.

adrift

we are on a fishing boat,

bobbing like words

caught in Adam's apple,

trawling for ghosts 

gliding though a sea 

of mist and mercury 

with no motor, sail or paddle

as though this vessel floats

of its own deranged accord

between our charted island

-a long buried dream of gold -

and a long forgotten horizon

of the shoreline of our home.