Sunday, January 20, 2008

Wait, they don't love you like i love you

LET us go now, you and I,
While the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;


Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:


Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent


To lead you to an overwhelming question...


Oh, do not ask, "What is it?"
Let us go and make our visit.

1 comment:

pixie said...

hey lover. just checking up on youu. i'm boreddddd :( and i'm going to cook and hopefully not blow up the kitchen. xxx