I don’t know who you are but
The man who dines
At the prince’s restaurant.
But I remember an evening when we sat on
13th street and planned our demise,
not yet arrived—
and now it is too late
For anything except a mildly untimely death.
So dissimilar
And yet we had both been children
Convinced of death.
In Sanfranciso I swam laps convinced
I would survive alone—
Waiting for you.
Your date unused to high living.
Drunk I could dance because
I forgot the legion of things I couldn’t do.
Sometimes the only reminder of that landfill of time
Is the viscous fury that over takes
And bad behaviour reassures me of its remainder,
Storehoused like defunkt technology
Precious and useless
Had it’s uses
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The man who dines
At the prince’s restaurant.
But I remember an evening when we sat on
13th street and planned our demise,
not yet arrived—
and now it is too late
For anything except a mildly untimely death.
So dissimilar
And yet we had both been children
Convinced of death.
In Sanfranciso I swam laps convinced
I would survive alone—
Waiting for you.
Your date unused to high living.
Drunk I could dance because
I forgot the legion of things I couldn’t do.
Sometimes the only reminder of that landfill of time
Is the viscous fury that over takes
And bad behaviour reassures me of its remainder,
Storehoused like defunkt technology
Precious and useless
Had it’s uses
- rachael 4-15-2003 10:21 am