Our Desires

There is a wind that seeks the crevice
under my heart
the way insects file at night
beneath a doorway

Its edges are rough, it slits
the cords. It trips my steady breathing.
When it comes there is no one
I can trust.

It seems, at times, I have designed
too well this vision of you.
I cannot survive your eyes
when they are scarred with a need
for some lesser form of love.

I admit to this conceit.
And though you will not accept it
You love it nonetheless

It is just like you. Our desires
will always be kept sharp
by a kind of perversity. A need
to be each forever alone…

Its color is violet, like lips
that have been smashed by nights
or robbed of blood by lack of breath.
The wind I was speaking of does this.

I can feel it now.

Jim Carroll 

Jim Carroll, né à New York le 1er août 1949 et mort le 11 septembre 2009, est un écrivain, poète et musicien punk américain, connu notamment pour son livre autobiographique The Basketball Diaries qui a fait l'objet d'un film dans lequel joue Leonardo DiCaprio.   http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jim_Carroll

Carroll and his mentor, Ted Berrigan, once took a trip to see Carroll's idol, Jack Kerouac. When they got there, Kerouac supposedly said: "At thirteen years of age, Jim Carroll writes better prose than 89 percent of the novelists working today."  http://gawker.com/...jim-carroll-author

+ About Jim Carroll : http://catholicboy.com/