It has been I have spent you don't know it.
Or last night a clock struck the red arm to twelve to today.
It has been watching.

( honestly [harlem line north] )

or I will just go.
talk to cables, talk to the water, talk to the wake.
This pillar,
sweet standing you.
Motors below and their ribbons of sound.

You sometimes imagine it, see the lights reflected from street signs, in the curve of searching cars - someday we might have rooms to hold our things.
A door to close to all that's rest.

or what would I say, if asked, could you ask me?

When, there were two.
Here were your swinging knees,
turning fingers,
heart.
Tricked into punctuation.

Your head and the cold, the glass,
pressed, the window,
there was nothing.
There was nothing but wires that cross through towns.
Slants of moonlight on all the passing cars.

the candy comes, the candy goes

oh, but to be tucked under your moving jaw

( honestly )

we cooked food and we sat and we ate it and we didn't clean up the plates or the pots and i brushed my teeth and put on new shoes and we walked to the corner and met up with the boy and we walked through the crowds and we walked to the bar and we stood in the doorway and we stood by the coat racks and we stood. We soon sat and didn't talk and ( Read more... )