Saturday, February 25, 2012

Holding Patterns, Etcetera




some words sink instantly to the pit
of the stomach, others
take longer to settle
            I know you understand this
            you are nodding or tapping your foot along
some distances span
eternity
no, otherwise no darkness no all these facsimiles
all these turns of speech we can't grasp
all these ways of not getting anywhere
            are you still there?
all these edges that are soft in the end
all these attempts that drown
all these suffocations we pretend
don't bother us
            and yet we are dismayed
all these admissions we bypass we

all these times we begin again only to
begin again
all these numbers we have forgotten
a statement and several edges at once
all these times we extend and retract and extend and
            wait for the nostalgia
oh so quietly begin again