poem 3/6
I hear something playing.
Violence?
Violins?
You sat on my bed A smile, missed
Plan B in your hand Is there another way?
[How do we get back to the day?]
“I lost the directions; “I don’t know; you
where are they?” threw them away.”
Violence? Losing you in silence
Violins? Don’t want to lose you this time
Violets? Let’s try that, no wait,
What is pretty? What is nice? that won’t work, go
What is girl? What is boy? back. Try a different
plan.
[How do we get back the night?]
“When will it come; “I’m impatient too;
why should I wait?” you’re asking the wrong person.”
When do you arrive, You’re turning away, you’re
Poiesis? You leaving; always the
always come in back of you. Where
the window while are your eyes? Let me see them,
I’m still asleep. lay down again, (stay)
please.
[How do we get back to infinities?]
I can’t find you in the dark.
I lost the keys and
where did the directions go?
they’re always getting
thrown away.
Violins?
Violence?
I hear something playing.
