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
once you’re dehydrated
and never feeling so nice.
I need to know you
like a canine touches the wind
with its tongue. I need to know
why time strikes impossibly sluggish
when ache rises, and what makes it
velocity up like two individuals
in search of one another
on the finish of the evening.
When was the final time somebody
checked out you want a bridge
held by chilly air? Just like the automobiles
flying down the FDR
taking us the place we think about
is healthier than the place we’re.
I imagined it in another way additionally.
I imagined greater than blended emotions,
robust leather-based, the final sure coming
so rapidly. 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 particular person in a theater
now watching the credit,
studying the names, stalling
to placed on their coat or their scarf
or their gloves. Or possibly
not stalling. Perhaps they’re
ready for the music to alter.
Not every part is an ending.
Not something’s price believing.
And you may start anytime
like this complete world started
out of nothing. You may stroll out
tonight and really feel completely new.
All you want is the best pair of trainers.