03.10.06
I.
What dreams do fly from my head to yours?
Like a sparrow
I will warp my ways of saying hello,
Inching closer
to your abandoned, crooning hat
to witness you inside,
And falling hidden beneath your black, wool skin
to tantalize my fascination
for your mind, blood, soul,
As if your body still breathes within the discarded folds.
If I were to walk
down the street
a couple blocks
I would surely
Find you
in some uncompromising situation,
Manifesting in all I could never handle,
Without an apology.
But that seems
Natural and Just
in your universe,
And I’d accept you as you are…
knowing you are a separate entity from the rest
and that you can never come again
But I dream in simple, limited mediums:
I dream of endlessly traversing
the deep furrows of your brain,
searching for the plough that cleaved them.
I dream of capturing you in a series
of graphite photographs
that I would tack onto my wall
and memorize your features,
your every expression--
Maybe then I’ll start to comprehend
the expanse of your genius
But these one-sided dreams are as much as I can own of you,
For we both know I could never amuse your free spirit for long,
And should instead contain my warping voice and stammering soul
Yet believe me content to know you’re alive,
That I did have that chance to hide fallen in your skin.
Part II
"you win...you pretty much just win..."