Saturday, September 27, 2008

Moїra

i am sure you told me there was snow,
monsieur, i am sure

and i know that it was blue when you
could have turned away, mais

n’importe quand, i guarantee it meant
more to me
than it did to
le monde,

monsieur, and do you see
how late i stay awake? it was never
just responsibility,
nor ever simple civility.
you see

tes yeux sont bleus
and mine
will be green
tomorrow,
and that’s not why,
nor is it all,
when entire worlds
swallow me whole
and bury me in the tide
dans la mer which is
infinitely wide

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Dover

it’s
deep

but i
won’t look

maybe just up

just why is this so
halfway there
when wales
is really floating in the air?

because i’m afraid of whales

and fairy tales

and i’m a chaser

i want to be
closer, when the air
is so thick
and the ceiling is
not there
and it’s all just
pink

i want to fall
up
the white rock
and forget the clock