What is Love if it Loses Consciousness?

[Lisa Zaran]

I greet the gray, silent morning
with indecision.

The chain link fence I walk beside.

A tree behind it goes crazy,
waving its frescoed tower of leaves

in the wind.

Long needles cling to each limb.
Spiny path, I pine my way

down the sidewalk. The sky defies definition.
Above me nothing but a winter face,

dark with puffed clouds for cheeks, eyes
ready to open and shed some great

winged tears. In the prison on the city,
I mask my anguish by acting city-like.

Long coat, thick scarf-
head down. The sound of my lone footsteps,

like an echo that perceives distance.
I could be here or there, arriving or retreating.

The air is motionless with cold.
The buildings are asleep. Shadows are the only

things moving. Reason passes me by.
I forget what love is. Some long lost something.

A dream perhaps? A thief's new possession.
The sun hides inside trousers.

I wear delirium because my heart has sunk
into a drunk and homeless state.

[Sal Marino]

"I wear delirium because my heart has sunk
into a drunk and homeless state."
Great line! Very Funny!