"Untitled VII" 1973: poetry by Michael F. Nyiri

I remember lost motions so vividly
Two hundred people are calling my name
Nobody knows when the party began
And I wish it would never end.

Poets are searching for colorful words
Escaping from life with their pen and ink
And people we meet we will never know
Because worlds are not synchronized very well.

I attend the parties
I hear the music
I meet the people
I am happy for a while.

Sometimes when thoughts clash together
And recurrent themes keep bouncing on your brain,
You remember a name
Or a place
Or a gesture
And feel the hurt of a man trying to remember a face

The only trouble is - 
I remember the face
I remember the name
I remember the events
	though I've probably been forgotten

A phone call to an unknown party is not treated
With dire friendship
And friendship never seems to "just happen"
I'll search for a kind word
And a smiling face
Because these are important.