The King’s Cross

May 1, 2009 at 5:54 pm · Filed under Poems and tagged: the things I've seen

Two steps in front

And one step behind

On a crowded street

We walk in chorus

*

A map of spots

Traversed by your boots

And covered by heels

Red carpets before us

*

A man intervenes

In destitute state

With a lilting stride

And we ride together

*

While at the aspect

Of the eastern side

We shrug our shoulders

Away from the weather

*

By despotic glow

Of the neon lit signs,

By the crush of the keepers

At fleshy museums

*

By the resident few

On sidewalk terrains

By the barren strip

Of hosed mausoleums

*

Our path remains

Intimately connected

Awkwardly strangers

In a pedestrian dance

*

Then when you turn

I pause in my step

And we hesitate

Over who should advance

*

‘After you,’ I entreat

And you smile, looking shy

I wait and you wait

And we falter

*

By courtesy parted

Our paths are apparent

My sister’s direction

Neither has altered.

*

A duck of her head

And my advancing gaze

Away from the door

My sister entered

*

My villanous thoughts

And transposed regret

Of her travel’s last stop

Solicitously ventured

*

One step in front

And two steps behind

On a crowded street

We walk, the haunted

*

My thoughts affront at

The entreaty that aided

Divergence to be

Unclothed and flaunted.

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