chonghwee

Pour masquer

One
Just one
Drag
No

A different kind of comatose
Blink your eyes
Once for yes, twice for no

I am the holidays that you choose to ignore
The next act
Etcetera etcetera

There will be time, there will be time
to prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet
there will be time to murder and create
and time for all the works and days of hands
that lift and drop a question on your plate

In a minute there is time
for decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse

I have measured out my life with coffee spoons
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
beneath the music from a farther room

So how should i presume?

And I have known the eyes already, known them all
the eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase
and when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin
when i am pinned and wriggling on the wall
and having been a pair of ragged claws
scuttling across the floors of silent seas

Deferential, glad to be of use

Politic, cautious, and meticulous

Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse

Let us go then
when the evening is spread out against the sky
like a patient etherized upon the table

Wretched time.

What a beautiful state
We are in
Goodnight
Another bad morning

We all live in a house on fire
No fire department to call
No way out, just the upstairs window to look out of

Your reason and
Your passion
Are the sails
Of your seafaring soul

A bad influence.

This gift
That is free will
Certainly we squander it
And it is because of this squandering
that we must ask of Him

And so each venture
Is a new beginning, a raid on the inarticulate,
With shabby equipment always deteriorating
In the general mess of imprecision of feeling,
Undisciplined squads of emotion.

And if all that is meaningless,  I want to be cured
Of a craving for something I cannot find
And of the shame of never finding it

Go ahead, tighten the knot of confusion
into perfect misunderstanding

Merrily, merrily
Life is but a dream

It rains down on us in those twittering
hours when the streets turn their faces to the dawn,
and when two bodies who have found nothing,
disappointed and depressed, roll over;
and when two people who despise each other
have to sleep together in one bed-

The difference between loneliness and solitude
is more than clear under this roof.

 Mi vida es mia, y, nadie nada, debe ser capaz de derribarlo.

 May break my bones.

The spring garden
A ship of summer
Swimming through
My winter vision