You are here

You are




Yes you are







Looking for the construction

with all your tools loading you down


'is there somewhere I can go' you ask




'just somewhere I can lay my head' you whisper




'only when I am alone with its constructions' you mumble.








there is no future





you are here

building what I can only see

building what you choose not to see.

Lanvin gives you wings.

"I've known him for about 10 years."

"Oh."

"You of all people know I'm discernable."

"What does that mean?"

"You know what it means."

"Oh."

"So I tried to get him to make it another day but there he was in my neighborhood..."

"Gripping tightly to a lucky foot and a leprechaun's dick."

"Must you make this lunch memorable?"

"Of course."

"He comes up and he's on my couch, he is sipping from a Mountain Dew bottle full of red wine and he just sits there."

"He's in the china shop."

"No, he can't believe how quiet it is; he can't believe how relaxed he feels."

"Really? Just that?"

"Yes."

"I don't know..."

"You do."

"Ok."

"So a little music is playing, my phone isn't ringing, his of course is ringing every 20 minutes, and he looks at it and shrugs before throwing it back on the table. It could be a wife or a girlfriend, I don't know it doesn't matter unless he says it does. In the end I have conversation that can make his mind run cross country, and he responds to that."

"I only went out for cross country because I like the winged foot warm up jackets."

"And to show people just how slow you were in every facet."

"There was that."

"So what I am discovering about him is that he is a typical guy that would have no problem getting into my bed, but my space, my voice intoxicates him more than the red wine, and its long enough for both of us to take advantage of a different aspect of our relationship."

"You got patience for all this?"

"I'm sitting with you, right?"

"Oh."

"What are friends for, huh? I figure this is what its for."

The wordsmith went silent

it is
the distance
and

in coveralls

with
buckets and tools






and drops






scaling the mind



to construct the right sentence for fuck!


a question in words




that quickly train wrecks the paragraphs of inference






and leaves only the physical to do the answering.

searching the earth for diamonds








i find oil






gushing;










caking me

Hold reality close, flowers look better in a blur.

i like to move on
i like to keep it fuckin' movin


i don't enjoy it anymore
i've seen this play.


i've pronounced this role

i've been hamlet



no vices

no distractions










reality entertains me more.

I can pull you off the ledge




I can do nothing and your thoughts will correct

I can watch you find yourself





then you can save my life.

Storm before the calm

It is elephantine






vortex just outside the window

Yes, there is movement in here that we can talk about---








'at considerable length'

~

but outside we control its temperment



its direction.

We asked for this.

"what doesn't work for me is a lot of analysis when we have already identified that we are in love/are love. I don't like to build anymore. I don't like to build onto a car that now needs to be driven to see what its purpose is..."










~

love is revealed

and

she stands humbeled in adjoining rooms

something pulls
and she drags me along





traversing
the
stairs


down into the basement,



down near the foundation where she can begin her corrosion;where she can feel what she thinks she is.

where I can witness

Texting Anthony

"I was throwing my lunch away and I threw out my cellphone with it."

"Tony's Coney's?"

"No I went to The Corner Burger. There were alot of bags on the tray."

"Still how does that happen?"

"I hate that phone."

"Hated."

"Huh?"

"You hated that phone."

"I made that clear."

"You didn't want to go back for it?"

"I didn't realize it at the time. This woman I met at the station later told me she been trying to call me for the last few days..."

"It took you a few days to figure out you lost it?"

"I don't dig these phones. I remember in high school when we use to pass notes. You remember? It was about the anticipation. You remember? The anticipation. I folded my little note and just placed it in their hand." He said trailing off.

"Your serious about this?"

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know. You make it sound simple."

"I just miss letter writing even though mine was blocky. I just feel now my ass have to speed up and for what? You can't really fold a text message and touch someones hand."

as
i
go







i try to lose her

my sleep will be easier. I think.







but she remains for another day.

i am getting better at this.

first

go

into all of your opportunities

its ok to bring all of that noise

you will have to do it again