Boketto
on the Coney Island Pier
&
waiting for the first snow
alone
in this barren place I taste the oceanic solitude
&
inhale the vacant universe & the cosmic breath of the Ultimate Nothingness
&
now I dream & gaze mindlessly into the Void where a vast desolation eats my brain
in
Covid time
Boketto
on the Coney Island Pier
&
drifting through the chimerical snow I vanish into a dream a fugitive from the Un-Reality
of
the eerie earth & its unspeakable secrets & the Self growing in me-transmogrified & alien
Comments 1
I learned a new word, actually two! I guessed boketto to be an ethnic food, looked it up, and realized the definition is in the poem. The fresh phrase “a vast desolation eats my brain” resonates.