phantom engineer

in the capitol over the weekend            Dani still out                when I found that what I might feel might be able to wound to prod and suggest and cower but will not succeed to isolate      my refusal to be isolated            from the one I love            and I sang songs to fall asleep            ‘I come back to the town from the flaming moon…’             and others to keep my head             ‘there’s a flame/that snakes inside of me…’      and with all of it          we were together          with Nate and Rube and Leila and Steve   a feisty couple            fiery with one another            drinking wine and longing for the night                        and I was still racing along through dimly lit corridors to the handless black door at the end where mysterious department lit up the zigging interior of that foreboding little ministry               me and Albus             punching the air in celebration            and turning over then in the morning light to see what I could see                 hold what I could hold                the feeling of love the embrace of a lover the comfort of such promised proximity

and Daria’s speech-like promises             nothing was delivered             as Alex wrote of motorcycle crashes and midnight trains                            which got recalled with a de Chirico styled maniacal solitude            the plumes of smog unwinding away from the phantom engineer all we are         phantom engineers