Curses to this Mirage, a bottle of Ancient Shiraz!

I followed the blind course of my desire
hungering some undiscovered future,
lusting for poetry, great feasts, beautiful women.
At first all things fell short of expectations,
but there was enough joy to make my song.
Yet sometimes as I wandered the web of hunger,
an unforgotten face peered from the dark curtain
and reminded me of ancient ambitions…. Failures.
I searched for words of greeting, wanting to say:
“You are my memories, the only wealth I own.”
Instead I asked: “How have you been?
What are you doing now?”
My mind a drab Seigneur, bereft of power,
uttering no protestations
as the resurrected ghost, remembrance,
despoils my last domain, the bitter past.

Gary Beck

Gary has spent most of his adult life as a theater director. His chapbook Remembrance was published by Origami Condom Press, The Conquest of Somalia was published by Cervena Barva Press, The Dance of Hate was published by Calliope Nerve Media and Material Questions was published by Silkworms Ink. His novel Extreme Change was published by Cogwheel Press. His original plays and translations of Moliere, Aristophanes and Sophocles have been produced Off Broadway. He currently lives in New York City.

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