Sunday, February 06, 2011

I am always doing things by accident

for instance,

this window
this elaborate façade
this drunk technique

imagining a telephone, imagining
an instant of wild abandon that never stops
a fix

I can't pin down but can't let go of
I am always doing things
I don't want to have to prove

for instance,

shining, in the corner of my eye
a dance of light of teasingness
of wishful things you sing when you aren't thinking about anything

    except love

the things
I can't pin down and can't let go of

these things I am always doing by accident
(except love)

    except love