not a pretty picture. not a good. not a bad. picture. but an argument.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

the room

we fear these things in the distant future
we fear them - rooms that aren't even constructed yet

so i feared it
and now it is here
and i say, well, what now?  what now?

it wasn't anything to fear after all
just something to become accustomed to

doesn't mean i like it
just means i have to learn to live within it

in the room

you slide by me
of a picture
corners of a book
with pencil drawings
i climb in
and climb in again
and find myself
there are children calling
through shallow rooms
and sharks swimming
in hollow waters
you slide you slide you slide by me
of a picture
tabletop mechanics
an apple
where is the once cart
i hear a horse calling through shallow rooms
the sharks hold wide their newspapers
wear spectacles
drink drinks with ice cubes
cast wide stained rings on tabletops
laugh inappropriately
and i climb in
climb in again
and find myself