moon in ascendance

tuesday again love
your weekend began several hours ago
you took special pains
remembering your way
through the city of dreams
this seems eminently practical
from the desertion of my distance
your limbs hang in a mobile
over my remembered keyboard
it was always like this
on tuesdays
you would pretend you knew the city
as I wandered its streets
I finally asked you for a map
but you would only say it was
all in your head

there's really nothing left
to repair


Another Alison poem. I note that Tuesdays were for a long time a special day for me, signifying perhaps the norse god Ty, who I deemed the first great loser god. He has a day named for him, but nobody but nobody knows who he was. I, of course, related to the god Ty. I am so great, but nobody knows it. Pretty funny in retrospect. This poem is clearly from the period when I was trying hard to separate myself from Alison. I like the way the map of the city is used as a metaphor for life itself. Also there are some throw away references to the multiple incarnation theory of our relationship. Goddess knows I pray that it is not true.