Friday, February 15, 2008

Beleaguer the new. Second.

Selfish impulse on that one.
Both ways is a no. A no.
I'm outside making conspicuous,
the cops are driving past.
I'm looking at a car, two cars
and I don't like them.
Mine is covered in tiny flowers.
I saw the same flowers on another car.
It was today.

I'm thinking now.
I've plied my trade and come up aces.
Back then....
sat next to me in her work shirt and underwear.
talked, can't look at me
could not comprehend my listening.
saw my sad and was touched, she slept in my bed instead.
I said what's next and she cried.

Still thinking.
Hard to nail down.
I'll get it, I always do, I have to, and I will.
Now...
Residence to residence.
One place the wrong place.
Telephones undone.
A photograph. Somethings wrong. Something.
I find. I find. I find.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

As usual, you make me think. I like poems that make me think.