KANYE? KANYE?
NO, YE KAN’T!
Thursday, November 3, 2022
Tuesday, November 1, 2022
THE MUSIC ROOM
The
mechanical silence of the piano--
Standing
where you breathed and sang
And filled
the room with life and feeling,
Warm as the
sunlight in the leaves
That stained the
window yellow and green,
Strong as
the beating of my pulse. . . .
Dead space
where once someone I loved
Stood at the
window, then moved to touch me--
An empty
room, a strange place now,
The dusty
loft of a deserted church.
Outside the
window a car passes.
Pressing the
pavement, the tires hiss.
Outside is
another country
Where
strolling couples meet and kiss.
Trapped in a
mirror, my distorted face
Gasps
soundlessly, without air, without space.
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Wednesday, October 5, 2022
THE APARTMENT
Dateline: 20 January 1969. With humble apologies to John Keats.
-- From having dreamed so long
With every song and love-scene ever played,
The couple locked themselves in and lay down,
Left the lights on, and stayed
(Locked in themselves)
While the TV went out of tone
(The shadows there
Squawked, more like parrots than before)
And then went out,
Not leaving even a cathode star.
And the newspapers piled up against the door,
And the cleaning woman rattled her keys and called,
And the manager came and went,
And detectives dusted the walls and the floor
Without finding a print
Of foul play or fair: Except for where
A bouquet of red roses stained the air
Like a 3-D greeting card,
Nothing was there.
These two had gone beyond
Reality, desire, illusion.
A dream had ended; a journey had begun.
-- From having dreamed so long
With every song and love-scene ever played,
The couple locked themselves in and lay down,
Left the lights on, and stayed
(Locked in themselves)
While the TV went out of tone
(The shadows there
Squawked, more like parrots than before)
And then went out,
Not leaving even a cathode star.
And the newspapers piled up against the door,
And the cleaning woman rattled her keys and called,
And the manager came and went,
And detectives dusted the walls and the floor
Without finding a print
Of foul play or fair: Except for where
A bouquet of red roses stained the air
Like a 3-D greeting card,
Nothing was there.
These two had gone beyond
Reality, desire, illusion.
A dream had ended; a journey had begun.
Saturday, September 10, 2022
SEPTEMBER SNOW
I
noticed it was snowing, dirty snow,
big, fat flakes drifting slowly down.
I
was not surprised, although it wasn’t cold—
such
strange things have been known
to
happen. Now I was dreaming,
I
was dancing in the snow, head
thrown
back, arms out, hands open
to catch the flakes that floated down,
warm
and soft on my fingers
like soft,
greasy ashes. And now
we were running and screaming. . . .
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