For Emily, lost in thyme...

* 1 *

HE TURNS TO ME QUIETLY,
LIKE SOME ONE YOU WOULD KNOW.

THE MOON SHOOTS HIS TONGUE DOWN TO THE SIDE OF MY FACE AND EXPELS FADED DREAMS AND CAVENDISH SMOKE FROM THE TIP OF HIS DRY MOUTH.

IN THE MORNING, WE ARE LEFT WONDERING WHO PROGRAMMED US THE NIGHT BEFORE
LEFT US SO GLIB,
OVER THE OTHER'S NEEDS.
THE ANTICIPATED DIATRIBES,

YOU BARELY NOTICE YOU ARE RECITING LINES WHEN YOU SPEAK
YOU ARE ODDLY HAUNTED BY THE GLARES OF YOUR OLD STUFFED ANIMALS.
YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO TAKE CARE OF THEM,
EVEN AFTER THEIR GLEAMING BUTTON EYES
FELL INTO YOUR MOUTH AS YOU SLEPT
.

* 2 *

FUCK THE LATENT BOREDOM IN YOUR HYSTERIA,

YOUR NU-FUCKING FIXATION ON THE FACT THAT EVERYTHING WE DO KILLS US! WHERE DID YOU THINK THIS WOULD ALL LEAD?
YOU WHO WOULD DIE AT THE SIGHT
OF YOUR OWN BIRTH.

* 3 *

A CREATURE WHO HAS LEARNED TO LIVE WITH
ITS CONSCIENCE, DOESN'T HAVE ONE.
AND HE TURNS AWAY LIKE SLICK RAIN HEADLIGHTS.

(I watch films about some mythic journey, and walk to the corner store.
She ignores me)
...her eyes are open upon the floor.

* 4 *
THE

OLD MAN IN THE BASMENT TENEMENT HAS
AFFIXED EVERY RECIEPT UPON HIS FOUR WALLS
THEY TELL OF HIS...YOUR...
CHEMICAL DIASPORA,
SEROTONIN GYPSY,
SCREAM...

... AND YOU ARE.
LEFT HEAVING INTO THE MORNING,
WONDERING AT ALL THE NOISE AS YOU START YOUR CAR.
WONDERING HOW FAR YOU HAD TO GET
TO COME THIS FAR
YOU ENTER LEAVE ENTER
LEAVE
A MILLION WAYS AND DAYS TO GRIEIVE
PERPETUAL DESTINATION
TERMINAL DEPARTURE
OUR ONLY CONSTANT.

* 5 *

HE ENTERS LIKE ANTIQUITY
LIKE THINGS BURGUNDY AND UNWHOLESOMELY GENTEEL
HE TURNS AWAY LIKE A SKYSCRAPER
GLASS PANES SHARP, AGAINST THE NATURE OF A SKY AND ITS STEEL.

* 6 *

THE MOON RECINDS HIS TONGUE AS MY TIRES SQUEAL...