Thursday, October 27, 2016
Important, right?
There must be
something here
in this place
where we are found
sometimes waiting on friends. You could sing it
like Mick Jagger if you like, that is how it is
right now for me though the Stones did not do that one, there was no Clemens saxophone solo
as I recall, the night I saw them live, celebrating the direct hit of Mick's
spittle on my face with a witness beside there in the second row.
No, there is nothing negligible here, technically I'm not just waiting, right?
I'm needing the peculiar tone and timbre of that one voice no one else can do
but you, who I would never say I'm waiting for technically, I'm sure you'd agree
and then invite me to a more poetic word than technically, but as I was saying, my friend
there must be something here where I sit wanting to point out just now
this spattering, as though I'd sprayed the screen on purpose with glass cleaner, this constellation
of salivation that flew forth from my tongue while I spoke leaving the words on white nearly
incomprehensible
on the surface right here in front of me.
If you were here you would quick wipe it off and say "Look there, now
we can really see ourselves."
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