See, I am practicing a secret art
The guiles of which I am going to let you into.
Its like communicating with the dead,
The seemingly non-existent
The apparent void
Crying and screaming
In total silence.
I do not use Tarot cards
Not for me the crystal globe
The stuttering stove
The fluttering candle
Or the elevating table.
My medium - please do not laugh
Or give me that piteous contempt –
You see, I write poems in the internet.
My blog, ghostly pale,
Floats in the ether like a jellyfish
Stinging those who are curious,
With gentle stabs of love.
In silence, stultifying my soul,
Words stumble onto the white screen
Rearrange themselves like soldiers shuffling,
Stiff, in a parade before the march to death.
Immutable, impassive, they stare at me –
They are staring at me –
Soon, they will be gone –
Like untraceable bubbles
Into that ocean of words,
Friend, I submit
My words, unread, into the void
Writing for you,
I stare into the blank white screen
Where your reply will never appear…