Friday, April 5, 2013
Let's start with you
Let's start with you,
I hear you say,
as you hold back, breathing long. So, I prepare,
pick up pencil,
and the words become damned digits, tricky little bastards, I can't get a hold of.
I'm staring into your laughter, hearing calculus, doing math, where I should be writing rhythm.
I'm reckoning my life in terms of loss and gain,
but it won't add
I'm reworking each number, line by line, going half
to figure out where I
I am turning, examining angles of myth, bends of mystery, holding on and giving up.
To what small or large degree have the mistakes of my past brought me, in mind,
down to the boundary where the indigo pulls, closer to you. Maybe, you've got
the brains - or the ways, can do with negatives what I do with the upside of words.
I start with you, because that's where it started,
but maybe if I move the placement.....and you draft dispersal,
we'll fit in the end.
I am rounding up, mixing roots,
and then impossible, and
maybe, I'm tallying what I should not be, maybe, I'm instead,
toss up, this pending
pain, I know.
Torment of dilemma, or maybe it's simple
as pie, you and I.
I think what it all comes down to is the sound of your
so I say, Let's start with you;
you tell me how one and one makes two.