finally (aren't we all) morphing
into oblivion? finally
(aren't we all) ready to
redefine?
reevaluation is the
word sponsored for right
here-now, (aren't we all) ready to
return to politeness of strangers, to
reunite with indifference?

(aren't we all) ready to forget? but
all the same, I will remember the
achiness of (lack of) touch, only highlighted
by the strangeness, rareness, being only
made by not being. (aren't we all) possibly
forgetting something?


2. strange tune, the one we're dancing to.
strange melody, and voice.
the leading strings of quartet which
appoints the movements of the joints.
strange tune, the one we're dancing to.
not likely to avoid
the void, one left by skipping by
the world torn into cleft.


3. can you be a melody? can I be a voice?
I'd love to sing, the lingo - new,
and fresh - all juice and novel
experiences, phrases newly formed and yet
at the same time -
understandable, unexpendable, impossible to forge -
let's dream the dream, even if
the taste of you on my tongue
only in words, it seems, can be
something else than
hopelessly cliche

or maybe it's the words
who trick me, trip me, fool me yet
again.