Meet you at the statue in an hour
September 14, 2010 § Leave a comment
When you mentioned ‘rambling on’ I wasn’t aware that the rain would become a blessing. Any excuse to stay indoors and look at your shoes.
And I can’t help but write about you who could help it who the hell? I’ve never felt so warm on such a cold day; what is this? A sickening for something? Whatever, I like this fever.
I turned down a dog and polkadot teacups for you.
I imagine someone turns Venetians a second later than I do and feels the same feeling, or a similar feeling; like all fools I can’t admit to being human.
Twists and turns of last night black street concrete football kids in shorts shivering and a man with an unlit cigarette, trembling. God help us.
Has anyone ever lived nearer the north?
Oh over and over again it comes and it’s coming this time, for sure it is, cap cocked to one side and a laugh bathing on blue lips. I’m not sure I asked for this; it’s like a prize for breathing or a train that rivals your own lateness. Yours.
Oh, me me me me me. What happened to she? She? Where is she? Has she disappeared beneath the waiting weight of her own feelings?