Against the Concrete
Her full moon gaze upon my face
Grew gardens in my mind
Such fertile thoughts like knitted lace
Did leave my lungs behind
As I caught my breath in nets of silk
Wrapped up in golden yarn
I gave to her my memories built
Of fond mornings on her farm
I gave to her my memories built
With toothpicks and homemade glue
So detailed to settle sand from silt
And strain the Oh! from CO2.
But it was then she laughed at me
And my mind was set afire
For “we’re just friends” she sassed flatly:
A desert draught could not be drier
Than my mouth. My mind: stuck to itself.
Understanding left the room.
I was swept away, like a day at Twelve,
Just dust thrust from the broom.
My heart it drops, free fall forever
I grasped for air or something
Seeing, worried, that I had never
Imagined from her a nothing.
As I walked away from the receding train
Darkness fell upon my head
And crushed the thoughts I had entertained
Of my love lying across the bed.
Fall 1999
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