Mere Anarchy

Critical evidence.
andre breton
james dickey
kafka
theodore roethke
wb yeats
sylvia
ts eliot
irvine welsh
chuck palahniuk
dostoevsky

Forensic reports.
edward gorey
man ray
simon boses

Admissions of guilt.
deadcandance
cohen
nick cave
natalie merchant
rammstein
iggy pop

Crime scenes
aurora picture show
diverseworks
theater LaB houston
voices breaking boundaries

Damning testimony.
surrealism
roller derby
exploding dog
levity
girlsarepretty

I have been watching you.
Watching and wondering about
what an obtuse angle the light
must fall from your keyhole at night,
and
what if it fell on me?
Would we share
the secret language
of twins
or
would knowing looks be our bond?

You might pretend
that you did not know
that I lay outside your door;
that I shared in the vigilance
of streetlamps and gutters.

But, then we would meet
in a winter cafe.
Stamping to keep warm
I stand in front of you.
You take my hand
it's tributaries quiver
like nervous birds
deliciously
nothing is better understood
although it is undertaken.

and then,

and then tomorrow would not come until I lay in your bed

Awakening we would be strangers
for I had broken my vigil
outside your door
under the light of your keyhole

posted by James @ 10:33 AM

Dienstag, März 11, 2003