ever wished you lived inside a song? all the senses stimulated by a rhythm a long train ride shared in a wagon lit searching for the land where desires were born small innocent children scratching the earth like a lover's back feasting on forgiven fruits no regrets no memories small genuine notes whispered no different than clouds before rain. overwhelmed I am by the volume and beauty of the poetry I read in your eyes. devastated by your absence. wishing we lived inside a song. p.s the song is "do you want what I need" by Milosh
I don't miss you it's your afterimage that haunts me that's what the doctor said, like the canary in the cage over the kitchen table that used to sing while I had my coffee-and-cigarettes breakfast. the canary died last August I quit smoking in September everytime I walk in the damn kitchen I can see the canary yellow like a tiny standing banana an apparition imprinted in my retina as I still smoke in my dreams and curse myself for starting again we are prisoners of our habits. I don't miss you it's your absence inflated in my head almost the size of a zeppelin floating over the neighborhood casting an ominous shadow on the buildings like a spider's web dripping blood on the furniture on my books on my clothes. I don't miss you you are only a volcano in my nightmares trying to burn me and drown me at the same time. it's your laughter that invades my house like a storm of razors like distortion from huge amplifiers of a rock concert of the previous century reverberated in my mind to levels of insanity. I don't miss you your only strength is my obsession with your myth at the expense of truth.
I gaze at the horizon that hides the ocean an ocean that keeps us apart. knowing that beyond the seas but not beyond my senses your quiet breathing is a melody a painful instance of absence that will be remedied by the boundless waters that will carry you to familiar shores.
