A Story For Buddy (Part 4 of 6): The December of January

This is the first poem written for the six-set. It was written a day before actually. And I feel it is the best of the six. It is almost impossible to understand, lots of deflections and metaphors, lots of raw anger and remorse. This one I like the best. The sticks are a reference to chopsticks, for we ate at a japanese restaurant for our first and hopefully, last night out.

the december of january

the scarlet letters flow from the falls
mask her stalled, agonizing wait inside

the starlight beckons the end of halls
whose walls tell the madness I hide

sticks clumsily sell my jaded love
and dance to sway her mind and eyes

the brown walls count down from above
as the plates' joyous clatter dies

a quarter passes with blindness in sight
the anguish, the rage, the anger,
and I, dying without a fight.

5.29.2006
RGalang