masthead
home news store events about tweak job

Saturday, April 28, 2018

Nightbooks

Is it easier today to write me a poem than talk to me
To my body
Where everything I smell has already entered me and become a part of me?
You, the best part of my day looking at me
And telling me nothing but a processions of pronouns
I flip backwards looking for the ancestral antecedent
White holes
I woke up and had a new face
You woke up and had a new baby
It sounded like an expensive bell
So I went online and found another bell 
Nearly identical but less “musical” and dear
The cheap musicism
Like a disorganized religion that inspires acts of disarming modesty
Calmer calmnesses
Articulating want
In this easy part
Of this bad country
If it is unimaginable
Then unimagine it

No comments: