Bright ding of my metal hollow bottle against the table in the askew silence of the pastel library. Whoops but oh well, a quick sing of eyes towards my corner won’t do anything but what it does. Like a poem it stands for itself and represents nothing. And look here’s my buddy beside me. Hello I said on the stairs, hello he said. And now in the library the one with the green shirt is getting up and leaving, just like that. And they told me Love is everywhere! Guess that’s only if you know which way’s up and which way is the wrong side of the road. Yesterday I tried to translate the swing of things. They do not have a word for that! Always it’s a little special, when they don’t have the word. This morning I woke up before waking and saw, between the sandwich of my pillows, bright light. Bright buzz of light, there it was like an exclamation mark, I hid my face from it and tried to swim back towards my dream. My dream? Don’t ask, it’s walked away in a trenchcoat towards the land of the unsayable. Eventually there was nothing to do but get up and stick a toothbrush in my gums. Afterwards it looked at me like I was a clumsy giant — not a great go at it today, my toothbrush said. Sorry I sighed and better luck next time. After a quick quick shower I got on the phone with risk. What a hoot and a holler! She told me to stop whimpering so I put on a sweater under a sweater and made for the hills. Opened the door in the mountain and had a lecture on poetry. At the lecture I shook some man’s hand. He had no idea! I’m a big purple mountain at the foot of the unseemly. I’m a little jealous of everyone’s hair and if they cry or not. First the lecture said oh you thought that didn’t you! Then it said this is a poem about the first line of a poem. Then it said INTERRUPTION. Then it said repeat repeat correct repeat. Stop pleading and go steep a solid bug in your tea. Get on with it, it said. The poem, don’t let it! Don’t let it end!
Bright ding of my metal hollow bottle against the table in the askew silence of the pastel library. Whoops but oh well, a quick sing of eyes towards my corner won’t do anything but what it does. Like a poem it stands for itself and represents nothing. And look here’s my buddy beside me. Hello I said on the stairs, hello he said. And now in the library the one with the green shirt is getting up and leaving, just like that. And they told me Love is everywhere! Guess that’s only if you know which way’s up and which way is the wrong side of the road. Yesterday I tried to translate the swing of things. They do not have a word for that! Always it’s a little special, when they don’t have the word. This morning I woke up before waking and saw, between the sandwich of my pillows, bright light. Bright buzz of light, there it was like an exclamation mark, I hid my face from it and tried to swim back towards my dream. My dream? Don’t ask, it’s walked away in a trenchcoat towards the land of the unsayable. Eventually there was nothing to do but get up and stick a toothbrush in my gums. Afterwards it looked at me like I was a clumsy giant — not a great go at it today, my toothbrush said. Sorry I sighed and better luck next time. After a quick quick shower I got on the phone with risk. What a hoot and a holler! She told me to stop whimpering so I put on a sweater under a sweater and made for the hills. Opened the door in the mountain and had a lecture on poetry. At the lecture I shook some man’s hand. He had no idea! I’m a big purple mountain at the foot of the unseemly. I’m a little jealous of everyone’s hair and if they cry or not. First the lecture said oh you thought that didn’t you! Then it said this is a poem about the first line of a poem. Then it said INTERRUPTION. Then it said repeat repeat correct repeat. Stop pleading and go steep a solid bug in your tea. Get on with it, it said. The poem, don’t let it! Don’t let it end!