
I cannot describe the moon.
Tonight, brilliant as though
banished, white as my longing,
slow in its swoon, like a psalm,
dear as death and near to it.
How much longer must I wait?
These darkened spheres of sorrow
and reticence suffering
eclipse. To meet you, again,
your lips, but this time in that
dream, another place prescribed.
How shall I describe this fire
within and the electric
shards of a memory grown
wild, a child lost, communing
with an inflammable past,
and the wind which understands
all things? Present, or gone and
forgotten, knowing of soon.
I cannot describe the moon.
Tonight, held hardly harvest,
slightly scalloped like my heart,
still, full of premonition
and forlorn, part quixotic
like a query portending
pain. Sworn domination of the
darkness and the darker rain.
This was of the greater plan
and thus naturally bound.
Your beauty like a violent
passage, this vision quickly
vaporized, now a shadow
of something forever lost.
That kiss, which was the kiss of
death, confounding, and fatal
unto itself. I have thought
of you, stupidly, these times,
endless with weight, and my words
truncated like the constant
thought that I am here, real, and
that I matter, incognate
as I may be in my state.
Still, this quiet and torrid
night, this irreparable
sentiment shown, circumscribed
without. How shall I describe
arrays like constellations
of calamity contained.
A life time of nostalgia
in one furtive glance withdrawn,
the stars melting in torrents
like tears and the wind which will
not understand, rearing its
bent face in trepidation.
How shall I describe? Hallowed
in its spectral orb. And the
wind which understands all things.
Like these leaves, lyrics hiding
themselves under names assumed.
I cannot describe the moon.
Tonight, sensual like my
song, fearless as fate, and prone
to tragedy. Self licensed
for sighing, surreptitious
sometimes, repeating cycles
between affliction and sleep.
What cost to mold this moment?
Retract, knowing fully well
I shall be punished for this
act of treason against man,
some defiant funambule
tracing light. And yet if it
were to rain just now I would
collect the drops in a jar
like fireflies in mid-summer
in the lightness of late June.
I cannot describe the moon
with the air emitting sounds
of drunken accordions.
This convergence of matter.
The beading glass, the tired
cigarette, the watered down
whisky and the tarnished spoons.
How shall I describe? Desire,
and these lips, ripened like prunes.
I cannot describe the moon.
Tonight, sublime syndicate
of an awaking, whispers
of a dawn ephemeral
caching themselves in shadows
almost patient like the East.
This banality pressing
a deadly aneurysm.
Forgive me. Please forgive me
How shall I describe? This thing,
I have known you, your beauty
from the oldest dream I’ve held,
and now after all these years,
again for the duration,
my present longing for you,
alone in my hotel room,
an uncharted continent.
I shall not describe the moon
in a country where longing
no longer means anything,
in such strict absence of bliss.
And the wind which understands
everything, excepting this.
–from Exoration

- EXORATION / The Moon…
- Carro / Martigue
- Paris III
- Sorrento
- Chateaubriand
- Montlhery
- New Year 2022
- Napoli
- International Women’s Day
- Split – Rovinj – Trieste
- Paris II
- EXORATION / Winter Light
- Ponza – Palmarola
- Venice II
- Milan
- Artpil / 5th Year Anniversary
- EXORATION / Strange
- Roma
- EXORATION / Grammar
- Martin Luther King Jr.
- Coney Island / Brooklyn
- Torino
- Somewhere Nowhere
- Les Cevennes
- EXORATION / Your Father
- Nantes
- EXORATION / What is missed
- Chartres
- EXIT ORPHEUS / I have stood
- Asbury Park
- Guzzi
- Trouville
- New Year 2021
- The Shadow Pandemic
- Incheon Ferry
- Minneapolis / St. Paul
- Compagnie du Liocorno
- Etretat
- A Matter of Black Lives
- Vermont
- EXIT ORPHEUS / I have missed
- New York
- Dieppe
- Williamsburg / Brooklyn
- Pure Hearts
- Paris
- Cafe Moto
- Declaration of Human Rights
- Incheon Beach
- Venice
- St. Trinit
- Art & Politics in America
- Exit Orpheus : Paris
- Kings & Queens
- New Space in Paris
- Long Beach
- On the Periphery
- Morgat
- Florence
- Portrait in New York
- Exit Orpheus
- Gymnopedie
- The Loring
- Seoul
- Some B&W Photos
- Aix en Provence
- Copenhagen
- I, Faust