not like Ahab
not for vengeance
nor capture
nor profit
but for the quest
for the open sea
other writing
fishing dreams: from a line by Dong-Myung Kim
bait the hook
drop the line
catch you
if I can
this night
in dreams
words never said
buried here
in old regrets
the words
oh the words
never said
the gift
unwrap it gently
the ribbon the bow
paper carefully selected
the color gold
remove the cover
there in the box
his heart
worn with age
beating still
in her hands
heritage
there
inside me
choking
for air
you are
turns to grass
empires wax
they wane
the past
will be the present
one day
a lesson
constantly relearned
and ultimately
it all turns
to grass
Oh Gaziantep, Oh Turkey
once
I ate pistachios
in Gaziantep
city of heroes
had baklava
and favored coffee
in pewter cups
ate kıyma kebab
in an Ottoman style restaurant
wandered through Zincirli Bazaar
and Bakırcılar çarşısi
fingering the copperware
beheld the mosaics
in the museum
wandered the ramparts
of Gaziantep Castle
where local warriors
fought the French
in 1920
for Turkish independence
was treated with warmth
and kindness
by the people
on its ancient streets
those streets now
soaked in blood
Oh Gaziantep
Oh Turkey
listening to Gene Pitney at one o’clock in the morning: for Steve
we’d sing along
to every cut
your croak
my wail
there in Ohio
a cornfield
our audience
youthful dreams
in our hearts
so long ago
we gonna be strong
going twenty-four hours
to Tulsa
hear me now
old friend
world without pity
my voice
to you
these messages, these bottles
they float
in space
waiting to connect
these messages
these bottles
those 4am blues
here they are
come calling
in the dark
night-lights
and whiskey
are no antidotes
for those 4am blues