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Tuesday, January 24, 2006

If the night has to fall

The city with you was a dream
two days when the sun didn’t set
you don’t set on me now,
resist the night

Delirious night has nothing to offer

Wander around the graveyard?
And then to The Park,
same Someplace Else?
You know their numbers by heart, come on now,
Let the guitars be thrown
Let them walk out the door,

Not you,

Treacherous night has nothing to offer you

Crow’s feet don’t show, you say
potholes neither,
your anomalied day shrouded in velvet, looks long and promising
for me, in the night,
there’s La Martiniere somehow
and a picture of me with a violin
a delectable boy with his brown beard and French accent
talking about Bach

I didn’t like his fumbling fingers
and yours are strumming a dark tune
with nobody humming in the background

You are alone, so strum me someday, play a never-ending song

What’s there for you in the death of night anyway?

Watching the stars? I’ll watch with you
If you find a place,

Can you find one for me too?


Cocaine Jesus said...

captivating. utterly, wonderfully captivating.

Enemy of the Republic said...

Oh, goody, Oreen posts! I love your writing. Very lovely.

the cloned corpse of marcus tal said...

Curious, but fascinating nonetheless...

Thank You

camera shy said...

"same Someplace Else"

"Treacherous night has nothing to offer you

Crow’s feet don’t show,"

"You are alone, so strum me someday"

my favorites
lovely work

Oreen said...

wow!! thanks, everybody

transience said...

i find watching stars with someone incredibly intimate. i'm glad it was what you ended the poem with. like coming full circle.

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