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Choked today on blank Tudor boldness as broken neighbours sucked through the seams of the shit they build with ostentatious walls |
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Smoked today, fifth time since 1988, with kids I knew through springs, then again in falls, but they're not kids at all |
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And then it came, our world in my chest, set up by your silent residue in my room, then in my car |
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But for today, too late some business I guessed, no cancellation, as if I knew how busy you are |
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To know a love like subtle brio, eclipsed crescendo, some swallowed whole, whole, some swallowed whole |
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Like things I have to look at, red hair and Rothkos, as if the angels just have to show, just have to show |
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In fairness to you I must revise this romance to rust, trade in this stash for trash, trade in these goods for ash |
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In fairness to you I will stare the paint right off this sill, beat down the floor with my feet 'till you and I have time to be still |
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You and I have time to be still |
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You and I have time to be still |