Point is, I cannot sleep in this tragedy
the same world real as not
running and running at some speed
beyond which is.. well.. there is no need
for sorrow on the floodlands
howbeit – and you can ignore this word
continuing, I turned back, arms glowing
steps breaking into little waves
until I was the river
Well shoosh I dear, big bang, that’s how it goes
Mister Get-In-The-Way, Mister Gonads/Dancing
Monads combined production team..
You plural or singular
bogged down in who you are, yes him
well, you are undoubtedly the same person
though secretly I wish he were a little more like you
so I could like him better
(and there’s that word again)
And what would you say about this house
or its useless windows? Certainly I like it
better than Mondrian. Of course Mondrian
was not a house. Maybe it has a spare bedroom
and I can stay here forever excepting that
sooner or later I’ll decide to wake up
and build another out of whatever
comes to hand and so forth and so on..
Or maybe it’s all spare?
This M then with her cross
of gangly strings
mouthing (actually saying)
it’s time to sit up with your hands
and turn on the light
pull on your bodies
take the earphones off
grab that empty glass
it’s not so hard!
