- 7th
- August
- 2011
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.
