you don't remember me
anymore
your coworkers with
the laughing eyes
come to call
dazzling your ears
with a thousand syllables
of hello
and they're there
and i'm over here
perpetual cloud over
my shoulder
sun in my eyes
looking off in the
faraway distance
signaling a sign of
desperation
but you don't hear me
through the waves of
office sirens
who bend at your will
for the fair chance
to touch your air
of resistance
(dance)
I keep coming back to this one; really fine. The final three stanzas [or 4 w/(dance)] are indescribably delishious - a phrase which once may have sold a candy bar or similar sweet. I have been fogbound (years)trying to compose a poem titled "Fayaway's Lament" taken from Melville's Typee. Except for the differing century, this is so near to what I have been searching to find.
ReplyDeletethank you. sometimes the words come out in bunches, spilling out of the mind and onto the screen. i wish for more days (and poems) like that
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