After I can’t discuss to anybody
I like to take a seat in entrance of water.
If I’ve a minute to really feel good
I take that minute. I’ve a cigarette.
I stroll into the museum of previous lives
and rearrange all of the chairs.
This poem is supposed to be learn
on the bar on a Tuesday
while you’re dehydrated
and never feeling so nice.
I wish to know you
like a canine touches the wind
with its tongue. I wish to know
why time strikes impossibly gradual
when ache rises, and what makes it
velocity up like two individuals
searching for one another
on the finish of the night time.
When was the final time somebody
checked out you want a bridge
held by chilly air? Just like the vehicles
flying down the FDR
taking us the place we think about
is healthier than the place we’re.
I imagined it in a different way additionally.
I imagined greater than combined emotions,
robust leather-based, the final sure coming
so shortly. Males and the way they
tempo awkwardly earlier than parting.
Cats and the way they roam
freely in bodegas at daybreak.
The towers in pictures.
The tulips of April.
The individual in a theater
now watching the credit,
studying the names, stalling
to placed on their coat or their scarf
or their gloves. Or perhaps
not stalling. Possibly they’re
ready for the music to vary.
Not the whole lot is an ending.
Not something’s price believing.
And you may start anytime
like this complete world started
out of nothing. You possibly can stroll out
tonight and really feel completely new.
All you want is the best pair of shoes.
