.40 one

currently listening to
we come one,
faithless

evening.
studying in the a cafe exterior,
a heterosexual couple at the table to my right.

it must be a first date.
she, in her carefully chosen dress,
earings
and exploitative heels
has clearly made more effort than he has.

yet he's keen.
so keen, in fact,
that their conversation
penetrates my thought
and so,
resist though i might,
aristotle continually gets interspersed
by innocently flirtatious to-ing and fro-ing.

"wish, we have said, is for the end...
...your english is so good, wow...
and the same is true of what is bitter, sweet, hot, heavy and so on...
my body's not that elegant anymore though...
...they also impose this corrective treatment on someone who...
dance...of course...breakdancing, actually...
in ignorance of some provision of law that he is required to know
...three tattoos! where??...and piercings too?
everyone aims at the apparent good...
you know we've been here for almost 3 hours?"

all the subtle flavors of my life
are become bitter seeds
and poisoned leaves
without you

you represent what's true
i drain the color from the sky
and turn blue
without you

in you the song which rights my wrongs
in you the fullness of living
the power to begin again
from right now, in you.

these arms lack a purpose
flapping like a humming-bird
i'm nervous 'cause
i'm the left eye
you're the right
would it not be madness to fight...

i wonder where it will lead.