for a while
being the swept dust
I slept in the corner
nobody was warm
that I knew of
and after a while
they just stopped
and I didn't
I saw them today
where they break everything down
and they had me for coffee
now I'm back
and I can't get this spoon
out of my eye
in a bad way
for a while
I knew, and what
really drives me nuts
is I knew
and when she asked me
to sit down, I sat
like a hooligan
I knew everything
before the confession
there is no miracle
to come, just a sneaking suspicion
the walls have slipped
down the hill, each side
and there are no more corners
in which to hide
and the people now
are tangible as smoke
untouchable, and all I want is touch
to hold for a while
the air she displaces
to know the contours of her face
I was let go and shown
that nothing means anything
and even ambiguity is a ruse