Pictures for Private Devotion
Roommates with balloon
Was I born or just made available?
My mother's poems answer that question in the strict sense
but I say both, some choices
You buy this?
& this one & this one too
Lines torn out & placed
"Well this is fascinating." Myself's here.
"Shouldn't you be talking to me & not yourself?
"This autobiographic drivel you've started
Stop it. Idiom's
"Who sees it who cares?
"Good. Here, try this:
I was born, moved on, I could never be
That was'nt my life.
"It was happening
Can I read you something from my journal?
Treachery rebounds, gaze at your jungle;
"Will that turn out? I like the last line....'difficult inside trying to be true'..."
I stole that one.
"Of course. From who?"
"I hear Kevin, Bernadette, Alice, Jack & some rock singer
in there somewhere
but not much you."
I didn't feel very unique that day.
"It might be interesting, you're no Mayakovsky tho'."
Of course not.
Must we despise one another?
"Yes. I'm over it, for now."
Good. We have to transfer
Are you sure? We haven't totally reconciled
"You can use some unity, so can I.
go. I don't want to miss this stop, gentrified as it might be.
"I tell you what, I need to go uptown & meet Greg. You go home & I'll meet you later."
Just as well. I'll type up the poem. Bring home dinner.
"Serve yourself tonight."
"Now you're just being silly."
Ode to the paranoid