02 August 2011

we need the freckles
on the twenty third floor


once she’s gone
        she’s gone
no more asking for the straw
             the autopsy was brief and uninvolved  
all topics from the near wall
                     seemed a bit too tall
 to discuss    among those gathered close

         isolation breeds isolation
and only part of it is administration
         the talks are held up by greed and frustration
           and the gaps between differing ideas of what constitutes
                 repayment

the words find me
 i don’t look for them
       but i do know which ones to pick
   and which ones to leave lie   it takes little more than a lifetime to decide
       that yellow turned red    around eleven thirty   that night

she said she thought he died
       it made of fist of her insides

   now deprived of hope
and   home
     suddenly alone
the question comes

what’s the difference between comfortable and defensible

      my blood is thin
i spent most the month of july with a blanket ‘cross my knees
   while every other motherfucker was complaining about the heat

heat worth holding    
                                             trouble looks       interesting 

                   meant in both senses of the word 
                                    as if there are 
                                                      two
and two
                                                               alone

           let it ride   let it fly     i could use the shut-eye

                           i could use 
                                            the warmth
                 we need the freckles on the twenty third floor


The Company of Frans Banning Cocq and Willem van Ruytenburch  1642
by Rembrandt van Rijn  

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