Sunday, January 04, 2004
Lost Titles Between the Stacks -- second draft
you caught me in the library
without a reply
at the end of all things
i was reading about Roland
and green night
long ago
you spoke of salads
and summertime,
celebrations for strangers
and all the time you talked
i made variations of your
last name,
when it will be bequeathed,
relegating me a lost book
on the shelves of your memory,
the kind of thing you page through,
find some interesting pictures,
but replace next to another,
just as familiar,
the phrasings
bringing back
all you know about
this dead town of
broken men and blank gazes.
without a reply
at the end of all things
i was reading about Roland
and green night
long ago
you spoke of salads
and summertime,
celebrations for strangers
and all the time you talked
i made variations of your
last name,
when it will be bequeathed,
relegating me a lost book
on the shelves of your memory,
the kind of thing you page through,
find some interesting pictures,
but replace next to another,
just as familiar,
the phrasings
bringing back
all you know about
this dead town of
broken men and blank gazes.
