Dizzy.
On re wind we
do it all again.
Again on Sunset
Like the first
time but never
again like the first time.
Lately I am making a
list. Of Nevers.
Never take me back
to that first bar Where
we gasp snapped
menthol laughter
And our knees touch
in the dim. Never pound
your black heart with
mine. Never become
dizzy with distrust again.
Tasty.
On our worst nights
when we can
scarcely stand each
other,
I will go and get
my keys, so you can
hear them jingle off the
hook. We will both know
it means I am sorry.
We will squeeze into my cold
car and run the heater
while you still dont speak to me
as if to say:
here you are just the same.
We’ll go down into town and,
stop for self-service and
light cigarettes–end over
end. And if we still wont
talk then I promise
I will take you to the
diner with the bad
carpet and the fresh,
all-night, donuts. And
turn my cup of coffee
until we cant remember
where any of it began.
And he brings us our donuts.
Dark.
After you were gone,
I felt you.
The way lost children
can feel their parents
at the back
or the front
when they get lost in supermarkets.
The way
a radio feels
its signal from
deep space
light years in passing–
here for
just one burst of
transience–
the feeling of you
watching and
waiting for a
reply.
Coat.
I coat your
hard edges in
funny stories. So
they see the smile
instead. Your
musical whistle,
your mouthful
accent, are all
my favorite songs.
The greatest
hits. But
you have been like
a stray dog’s foot
wandering
all of your life. Is there
time for us? Even
Telemachus
& Cat Stevens
found time to
mend the rift.
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