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levitating about the
keyboard in an unjustified
left margin appropriate to
block style, elements reaping
themselves from creative moments
approaching a matter of words to the person next to me.
approaching a matter of image to the girl dancing next to me.
approachind a meter of self in the lovely moments next to me.
applying kind measures of self in the approaching margin i
stank
stand
words in time like i've expositioned in uncorrect manners,
butting, poppying, sees, seeds sieving and i'm left
in her arms, eyes, and mouth,
the gestures not meant to indicate disposal
are not a finger in a mouth
are not eye contact
are not a continuance motion on the floor
until after recessive genes inhabit my
arms, after i attempt to talk to the
one person i know, but fail because
i have nothing of confidence to
say to her, and
have
ing
approached the recognizable future,
missed her,
and given her the feeling i have ignored her,
hurt her,
how can i explain that i just want to dance without offense or rejection?
the keyboard's only reply was unjust,
the timeliness with which it repeated
my story to me and nodded and consoled
politely was most efficient, exacting
and covert,
decision is an important injunction into
the ways of the ramble racing mind,
the loving arms in correct time to the
beat stand still into freeze frames
eject tape, return to sender, vendor,
almighty even handed blockbuster,
the story would be home.
the alonely without telling,
the no one to begin telling,
the lie,
the one to tell.
she stands in columns of msgs, text
in a window on my screen, her legs
and arms are s's and j's, smiling
with icons, and responding to my
woes from hundreds of miles away,
event based, connection-oriented,
the seeping chat sorcerer princess
leia's one duplicate in extremity,
symmetry, and textual interface.
and the love is wishing. but unspoken.
and the wishing is love. but unpossible.
and the center of the sun is unimaginable.
yet exists.
my closest touching is at that center.
my nerves extend into the solar system,
yet i remain blind from the grasses beneath me.
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