"The Streets Search for You"

Blue shivering morning moves
Through ears and heart and lungs
As nerve endings dance
On sidewalk cigarette smoke curling
Up the spine into a mind
Filled to bursting with images
Of your hair bright black
And cool electric smile
Beckoning in the early light
As I search for you.

In crowded bars of
Swimming languid smoky air
And drunken one-night-stands
I have not found you.

In sullen earthtone coffee shops filled
With pop-culture Nietzsche clones and
Unabashed recitations of your broken poetry
I have not found you.

In soaring clean-cut churches
Filled with your holy revelations
Of a damnation I have rejected
I have not found you.

In plastic fluorescent fitness clubs
Freshly stocked with all
The daughters of bronzed Venus
I have not found you.

In bohemian artists communes perched
Atop university lawns writing
Revolutionary letters and smoking dope
I have not found you.

In the depths of your arms
When you cannot stay the night
And the kitchen sink is leaking
And the gift of roses from last week
Are wilted and dying
I have not found you,
And I cannot get closer
To any other you.