s u m m e r
dichotomy
Yeah, so I'm moving. Time is close now. The apartment is a shadow of its former self, everything in boxes.
And on of the interesting things about boxing up everything you own is finding the stuff you have not seen in years. People are amazing collectors, and I fall into the pack-rat category for sure. I never throw anything away unless it has no value past, present, or future. And in my mind, that is very little.
I keep all notes, letters, cards, postcards, etc...forever.
The two pieces below were found in a cherry student desk belonging to my father. I was going through the drawers throwing out old diskettes and such. Some of you have seen this desk, some have touched it, some never will.
But the content is rolling around in its dove-tailed drawers and will be here waiting.
One:
I've been staring at the ceiling far too long tonight, smoking cigarette after cigarette
a half full glass of gin by the bed
Well out of harms way, better than the fight...you lie next to me in bed
I'm absorbed in this moment like you're absorbed in me
But the silence we so desperately needed is only there for me
The screaming carries on in your fitfull sleep and I hear tell the birds have all flown away
The clock counts hours of discontent
where patience lies I cannot say.
Two:
I awoke this morning to a soft warm rain
hitting the warped steps outside my window
there was a dent in the mattress where you
had been, but it was long since cold and I,
alone...
Yet I remember quite clearly a muse blowing
out the candles in my room, stretching
the shadows with longer angles
until at last there was darkness, and with a
gentle kiss, the poet, blessed...
goodnight 10.20.99