Thursday, January 03, 2013

gonna pretend (this poem needs a title)



gonna pretend you’re downstairs humming
the Rite of Spring when I know you’re not
even dancing in your seat

it’s a simple concept and a whole lot of air

the catch: you have to genuinely want
the thing and we will measure this on a scale
of 1 to 10, 1 being the greatest
desire (gotcha) but I don’t warn you
you just appear

humming

and if it’s not the Rite of Spring (which it
is not, I know
you don’t even know it)
I’ll pretend it is something derivative:

(it’s all really I-IV-subject-predicate-V-maybe V7-object-verb-I anyhow)

but I know
you wouldn’t mutter like this if it wasn’t real