08 May 2008
10:52 PM
Kozy Korner [I]
On yonder there is one small space
That fell out of the
Sky, landed in HV
And turned, neatly nicely, into a little corner
That is where I go to
My lovely.
Where the crowds melt and shadows flirt
Across tables
The air shudders
The drinks are tepid
The salad is humid-withered
But what do I care, why shall I care
Because
The company is perfect.
It is a blank hole cut from the universe.
A cosmic absence.
It will absorb my blank stare
My lack of small-talk
My personal habits and oversee.
-
the company sits quietly
So shushed you would think there was
Nobody sitting there with me
No sounds of blinking
shifting eyeballs and cleared throats
As though about to say something of
ignoramus
importance
But ending up saying nothing at all
-
Where do I go to
Here I am now.
The tea is brewed and I sip silently
It absorbs the lack of personality here
It absorbs the shadows
