Poetics

songs for james ix

ix

not to offend anyone we take the long route to the back of the hotel,
you have the invitation but not their approval. here at the back
you show me where the strings have been sinking into you. it’s
not funny is what i want to say. they keep playing long after
the night is done. you are holding on to something without eyes—
sleep, dread. something distinct i cannot use to hurt you. if it’s
all the same we would like to take the shorter route home. your part
of the city exists in something similar to sulfur oxide. you enjoy this.
this will be the wrong night to come out with no make up. if this were a
low-budget film the moment would be—do not say particulate.
they keep playing long after the night is done. i want to ask if your fingers are done.
it’s cold out, we think of scenes & steam in a busy kitchen.

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