She didn’t have to shift out of the shadows
To emanate. Belmont Ave Wordgirl had a
Focussed beam projected by
A heart & laugh concocted by
A furtive stew within,
Furious with worked words.
Evenings leaning on a pen,
Serious with her worked words,then.
We were calm enough then
We sat splayed in a sun in a rose garden eden
That they rightly used us in the nightly news,
“Spring’s Here!” I bet her we told
In that weather scroll.
I was not calm enough then.
(Yr silent prose never went so sure)
Opening yr front door;
A vision I want dear
Forever; Yr really wearing a white shirt,
And a guitar, on a big chair with a white sheet.
I regret that i let
Our moment
Shut too quiet
That I don’t now want to see
Like that front door
Shut behind me.
————————————–
“You broke my heart… Carol”
-Rickie Lee Jones, From :Magazine
“Sorrow spoken here”
-Todd Rundgren, From “Who’s Sorry Now”
No comments:
Post a Comment