“Spirit”

pray your forgotten sun
  won’t stay gone for long
in a discolored nightmare
  or the dream that we used to share
in nuclear North Dakota
  signs forever rule the day
I wept when I heard you say
  the end is near, forget me dear
we never had a baby
  never said we were in love
let all sense run superior
  but now I feel inferior
cos I couldn’t sit free in you
  not even if all skies were blue
I go and ridicule the sport
  lay dormant with my art
where the pretty pieces are crushed to pieces
  and my heartless fever gives way to
  a heartless demeanor
I fake the common plastic feature
  forgetting that the spirit is my teacher
     --August 30, 2002