292.
That was good kyning they’ll never say of me
I lost Caesar on the way to France
a slim-hipped nation on a crowded bus
Europe is always on the march I want
to sit still
buying a dictionary brought me closer
to girls
I was so young I believed in what I
read in what I said
even if I didn’t believe a word of
what it said
I was a boy with a penknife looking
for the bark of a tree
to carve my name in and find out who
I was
the trees were quick in those days
and I was slow
so I remembered music Mahler mostly
and pretended it was you talking to
just me.
293.
So much for me, life begins when you
forget
and live by feeling through the world
of will
that angry place of plastic and
aluminum
commonest elements made hard and not
to eat
so feeling is your blade young man
keep silence till you get to say it
spoken silence is the richest meat
and nourishes the clarity inside
all those layers of you till I get to
me
and always always the other way round
Leipzig the fugue trapped in the
organ
I opened the creaking door and let it
out.
