big city love dream
[from The New York Collection]
i love you or something am i talking to
you or to a city abstract and concrete
make up a story where was i for this
conversation you were clearly here i dream you
and you don’t dream me now i’m
dancing to the raindrops in the subway
tunnel so do you want to have a cup of
coffee with me i said i love you wouldn’t
it be cool to drown a whole city in your coffee
have you not thought about me
when was winter ever alive
or silent as the books used to say
the sun in the sky is none
and shines as if it were the moon
have you thought about feeling good today
when you looked at your gloved hands
or are you just tracing back
your tracks in the ice
and what about words
when was the last time
they did not describe the bug
frozen into a tree in front of me
i don’t know, says the bug
can you draw some sunshine on my face
as i speak
snowflakes fall out of my mouth
i say, and i mean it
I walked by the world today
while snow came down in whispers.
Fogged city lights in the river
and a faint past behind my shadow.
Does a world exist when I'm not in it?
A blindfolded world, maybe
I wrap his scarf tighter around my neck
but crisp air breaks around me.
Last remembrances of milky tea vanish
into thin air
filled with mouldered autumn leaves
that finally crumble away.
If chimney smoke wasn't in the air
I would walk out of this abstract painting.