Wednesday, July 15, 2009

The Green Light (One Fine Morning...) or, the Overwhelming Question (late 1980's)

By the time

these words

hit this page

they will resemble not at all

the ones

in my mind

By the time

these words

reach your eyes

I won't even remember

what I

had intended
Old loves
Phone calls out of the blue
Turning litmus back to red
Something in your heart
Might never reach your head

By the time

I finish

these words

I will have compromised

A thought

Distorted it

Until I flail, a turtle on my back
That's not it
This is not what I meant
That's not it at all
I should (could)
have (liked to have been)
a pair (of pants)
Ragged claws

Forgive me

Oh what is worse?
Think back

The books were closed too often
More could have been made
Mouths were closed too often
Until the long black cars forced words out through tears
Words that we might not eat, but surely taste from time to
time
I could have kissed her
I should have kissed her
I should have at least called her
We played together everyday he and I
Dogs barking up trees at us, sap on our hands, looking at
the ocean
Suns sinking on sailing bicycles and sandy summers

Oh what is worse?
Think forward

Oh what is worse?
Think this moment

Oh what is worse?
Think back

Pungent guitar chords rising
With the smoke from our mouths
Ah, the birth of a song!
Plastic pics on six taut strings
Eight taut lips on a small marijuana cigarette
Never laughed that hard
Electric visual music swirling round
Wrapping round my head, going into my mouth
Sliding down my throat with smoke
And grabbing my heart
Oh, can't take no more

Oh what is worse?
Keep thinking back

Steering wheel swirls, talk continues
Dirt thrown back, shock absorbing shock
Talk continues
Secluded spot, seat comes down
Moonlight through clouds, through trees
Through windows through the sheer brassiere
Moonlight stopping on the things there after the brassiere
Beautiful

Oh what is worse?
Think back back

Taking off shoes, crunchy snow will awaken her dad
Dog barking will ruin all all all
Window open climbing in, nightgown warm
Under covers
One finger (ragged claw) sliding under finally the lip of
cotton underpants
Because I love you

Oh I can take no more

Borne (died) back (front) ceaselessly (stop) into (under)
the past

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