08 February 2008
8:45 PM
the plump yellow arrow turned right,
waylaid by good intentions as
i try to reconnect. with you. again.
i pretend
the speckled obdurate concrete is my beach
and feel the pink in me preening.
i am
the observer
of your genuflection that leaves a sad ringing in my head
a bitter taste in my mouth
half-tears in my eyes
i am
the
lifeguardwho watches a drowning friable
shadow of a person
coming apart with gossip /
with the truth.
i am
the sad summertime songstress
in the smoke and steeling myself
for the romance of a couple in tune
always intunedi amyour web of glorious nostalgia ' your tainted spyglass
quietly howling the lacanae of your life that
you are blinded from
All is right, i have
reconnected with everyone again.
but waylaid by my good intentions
i pretend
the insinuating glances are your territory
and the quiet in me is shouting
