Bombay

Just another relationship ending type poem

Bombay sunsets, ruby blue Hawaiian shores
the moon, Earth, and orbiting planets, shooting
stars, are contained inside of me.  My eyes are the
sick green of the Amazon and my light Olive skin
holds the tundra of Siberia all of the rest is just details.

None of this is in you and none of this is you nor
do comets hurtle past your eyes, you see none of it
it can not be contained and you tried to cage the
beauty of the universe.  You came within a hair’s
width of looking inside and I wouldn’t let you in
you came so close to glimpsing eternity in my eyes.

 You were born of a different caste owned by a different
culture, a supreme one to you, and mine is not one of
castes and money, mine is not contained by beauty or status
rather I am owned by the universe the stars and ideas of
individuality, that you cannot see.  You cannot see beyond
what is interpreted by your subjective perception as a godless
world with no hope, no past, and no future, I see the stars all of them

I name them off out of memory and out of knowledge of myself
that is something you couldn’t feel, you tried to touch
but one can never touch what one doesn’t believe in.
To see God and to touch God is to know God and you knew
nothing of what you couldn’t see.  Facts, facts, are facts, are facts,
and you refuse to believe in facts that ramble off of me
or believe the Universe is contained in me.  You only

dip your toes into the shallow pools along China and
never dared to take your clothes off and jump right in
and swim amongst the fishes and the porpoises, nothing
but that and though you fear heaven and dare not speak of
hell they don’t exist to you, so they must not exist to us as beings.
Your spirit is not different from that of others…mine is the one
that has been trusted to know all, the Knowledge of the Universe.

Someone wanted to see inside, he swore  and believed in it
so I let him glimpse something of me you’ve never seen
and you’ve never asked or cared to see, so just let it be.
Let the words and the world touch you anyway you see fit.
But be warned it won’t bow to you forever, I wouldn’t bow
and so I wouldn’t be left into a world of your devices
your devices scare me and tore apart the fabric of Europe.

Your kind raise the Empire just to tear it down, the bigotry
of a stout Austrian was somehow inside your Jewish blood
with engines and trains puffing a world of love down the tracks
to a ghastly end.  Your way would dastardly cause a thousand deaths
like the ones in me, you slowly tried to kill Venus, but she wouldn’t go
too stout and round to let go.  Gravity loves everything and everyone.

But in my battered room, in my battered cell my battered heart,
was chained to you, until a kindly Russian rushed me off
to a place with butterflies and the everglades stopped smelling of
muck and fog, grog, and the unkind bogs sang with life for a day or two.
You tried to find an accomplice and the scapegoat ran back up the
mountain so you had to do the job yourself, but you found I was gone
and took off letting Zephyr carry me home to someone else’s arms.
There has been no harm, only time that can’t be replaced, but it wasn’t spent.