10.05.2006

Foosed, Untied.

Short listenings of sundry guitars.
Oh, what a time you had.
Was it we? I was doing nothing
as always. You pictured the city outside
one hundred years ago,
when living on top of one another
meant something,
but inside the blank walls
did nothing, said little.

Until you close the window
softly now,
let's not wake
the downstairs baby,
close the window
to concentrate the vision
of red brick walls,
we may never -- shh,
let's not wake
the downstairs baby.

10.02.2006

Unnaturally situated, I left behind
a position less holy than bedazzled. What, with your
necklaces and arms behind your head,
pillow concealing the hands that may go anywhere yet.
Funny you should mention that -- we pretend
it's day inside, but come time for skin to be bare
we turn off our lights and act like children.
Comfortable, but not attractive.
That is not what I want,
but we should all be so lucky.