The Siren’s Song
A fantasy does not just open doors
to otherwise inhabitable realms.
It drafts the body’s senses as for wars
with an insurgency that overwhelms
resourcefulness. The enemy’s at large.
But targeted from portals of the mind
the combatant is hit with a barrage
of neurons whose location he can’t find.
And thus unnerved by whistling fantasies,
he’s focused on disparate body parts
instead of more substantial enemies
that work their arsenal into his heart’s
encampment. Yet, desire is the source
from which hormonal soldiers garner force.
Born & bred in New Jersey, He worked for many years in New York City. He loves music from Bach to Amy Winehouse. Shakespeare is his consolation, writing his hobby. As poets, he likes Dylan Thomas, Allen Ginsberg, and Sylvia Plath. He also attends a Café Philo in Lower Manhattan every other week.