turning on the oven turned on the smoke detector and the fire alarm went off in the not-so-town downtown nearby calling all volunteers and it was not for me not for my fire which was not in fact even smoke just a subtle change of temperature calling only for me to stand on my chair and yank out the battery again bare to the changes having ripped off the lid during several prior fluctuation situations and having no interest in returning it to its plasticy white smugness no thank you
along the road a car seat for sale not for a child but for a mild beige passenger now missing from some car and some far-off driver or nearby hider looking out the window and waiting for someone to pull over or walk up and sit down see the for sale sign and say yes i'll take it i will make this work even though there is no sense no syntax no mechanical possibility of complete and utter sense that will bring these together i will say yes and please come out from behind that window where you're hiding it's glass after all and i can see you anyway
decisioning as a verb reverberates in every vision every collision of reality with me and my perceptions every depth is full of meaning overflowing saying yes to going or to staying and not praying no not quite but biting off more than necessary and trying to swallow every signal while flying away into a moving nest unable to rest or to rise skying the high aim the glossy pictures and the cards slipped into my dinner the fortune cookies the billboards the miscaught words of strangers the song at just this time on the radio the card on my mat left randomly by the yoga teacher she with secret knowledge just like everyone else everyone except me who all see they all have it in small pouches kept in their dimples smiling with delight and waiting not quite quietly enough to keep it hidden
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