sunday grey
the summer’s day
with violet roll overs
in dreams dreams dreams.
can’t someone say
what all this means?
And this coincidence?
will I get off this fence
and decide
if gifts are given or received:
the full and empty hand
are what the eyes perceived.
she always wants a future
that she can easily see,
I’ve always wanted a past
that I could easily free.
now on these trans-Atlantic lines
across boundaries politic,
fleeing a million heretics,
the question arises of my desires:
where are they in this mix?
screaming at low volumes
