The Dark Insides of Other People’s Cars

Polite applause from the night lawn
Shakespeare summer, packed in tents
I just saw Saturn in the flesh with loops and whorls like fingerprints.
I’m looking for the something that I lost or never had.

Slow swan dive, the sun holds its breath
The woman in the mountains lies down in silhouette
Blue-black tribeswoman lady macbeth
I’m looking for the something that I lost or never had.

Is it in the lineup to the bathroom in a bar.
Or on the side-table; you dress and you sneak out.
Or on the highway in the dark insides of other people’s cars. 
I’m looking for the something that I lost or never had. 

And under it all I’m waiting for a call
to give me script notes and when I should begin it.
An evening folded calmly in an envelope of limits. 
Unpocketing and pocketing a phone every 2 minutes.
I’m looking for the something that I lost or never had.

 

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