November 3, 2000
babble-ab-lability
I want it to be a glimpse
I want it to be grass
I want it to be glass
I want it to be a dance
I want it to be imperfection
I want it to be circular

I want to negate, drill, chill, thrrrrilll,
I want to be the doorway, the yellow tree,
the aware not wary, the stare not sorry,
the sea so starry, the round, the silk, the sulk,

untombed, bright, a bridge, a ladder, a bridge, a ladder,
hold hands, tight,
then climb, then flight,
the plow of sky,
the myrrh of why,
the chair who tries, alone alone, at night

sigh

Shaking off a quantity of random sounds and rhythm like a dog getting ready for finally the weekend