(no subject)
when the mutterings of street-corner russians seeking winter refuge at library tables fade down to mumbles
when your screen name is your real name
when the IN piles match the OUT piles
its because the passion the newness the urgency has all been sucked out.
walls papered with books absorb all the words
those new words that you made
you made, and haven't even said outloud yet!
now belong with all the others.
who could pick out the fresh from the stale with such neatly matched piles of in and outs?
your words are their words now for unceremoniously,
the paper wall takes them.
but they're in there, your passion, your newness, your urgency.
drying out in the papered wall
their nutritive qualities absorbing into its throbbing wire veins
when your screen name is your real name
when the IN piles match the OUT piles
its because the passion the newness the urgency has all been sucked out.
walls papered with books absorb all the words
those new words that you made
you made, and haven't even said outloud yet!
now belong with all the others.
who could pick out the fresh from the stale with such neatly matched piles of in and outs?
your words are their words now for unceremoniously,
the paper wall takes them.
but they're in there, your passion, your newness, your urgency.
drying out in the papered wall
their nutritive qualities absorbing into its throbbing wire veins