I saw you were gone and that made me very sad
Spider
It's the kiss of the spider makes
me do this. His briefs say Tommy
but his lips say Yes. After, we stroll
to the river to throw the moon in
and perhaps a song. "I came to this
tinsel of a city seeking fame and fortune."
ah wilderness, ah tell me your dreams.
In one, I'm falling. "Going down!" I
keep shouting, far down. When I get to
the bottom, I find God. "Have you
been a good boy?" God asks. "Yes,
God," I says, lying through my teeth.
"Ah, don't worry, kiddo," He smiles.
"Something tells me you worry way too
much. Why not let a smile be your
umbrella, especially on a rainy day?"
"But why," I ask, "why rain, God, why?"
"Why, so the nice people who sell
umbrella's can make a nice living. It's
called Making A Living, Billy. Let's
get real." When I woke up, first thing
I thought was, "Gee, God's a nice guy."
Then, when I looked around, I saw you
were gone, and that made me very sad.
Then, when I looked out the window, and
I saw it was raining, why I had to smile.
Bill Kushner
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THIS IS THE NONSENSE OF LOVE
I.
our kiss is a secret handshake, a password .
we love like spies, like bruised prize fighters,
like children building tree houses.
our love is serious business.
one look from you and my spine reincarnates as a kite string.
when i hesitate to hold your hand,
it is because our touch unlocks secrets
i'm not sure i want to know yet-
because to know is to be responsible for knowing.
II.
there is no clean way to enter
the heavy machinery of the heart.
just jagged cutthroat questions.
just the glitter and blood production.
III.
the truth is this:
my love for you is the only empire
i will ever build.
when it falls,
as all empires do,
my career in empire-building will be over.
i will retreat to an island.
i will dabble in the vacation-hut industry.
i will skulk about the private libraries and public parks.
i will fold the clean clothes.
i will wash the dishes.
i will never again dream of having the whole world.
Mindy Nettifee
It's the kiss of the spider makes
me do this. His briefs say Tommy
but his lips say Yes. After, we stroll
to the river to throw the moon in
and perhaps a song. "I came to this
tinsel of a city seeking fame and fortune."
ah wilderness, ah tell me your dreams.
In one, I'm falling. "Going down!" I
keep shouting, far down. When I get to
the bottom, I find God. "Have you
been a good boy?" God asks. "Yes,
God," I says, lying through my teeth.
"Ah, don't worry, kiddo," He smiles.
"Something tells me you worry way too
much. Why not let a smile be your
umbrella, especially on a rainy day?"
"But why," I ask, "why rain, God, why?"
"Why, so the nice people who sell
umbrella's can make a nice living. It's
called Making A Living, Billy. Let's
get real." When I woke up, first thing
I thought was, "Gee, God's a nice guy."
Then, when I looked around, I saw you
were gone, and that made me very sad.
Then, when I looked out the window, and
I saw it was raining, why I had to smile.
Bill Kushner
------------------
THIS IS THE NONSENSE OF LOVE
I.
our kiss is a secret handshake, a password .
we love like spies, like bruised prize fighters,
like children building tree houses.
our love is serious business.
one look from you and my spine reincarnates as a kite string.
when i hesitate to hold your hand,
it is because our touch unlocks secrets
i'm not sure i want to know yet-
because to know is to be responsible for knowing.
II.
there is no clean way to enter
the heavy machinery of the heart.
just jagged cutthroat questions.
just the glitter and blood production.
III.
the truth is this:
my love for you is the only empire
i will ever build.
when it falls,
as all empires do,
my career in empire-building will be over.
i will retreat to an island.
i will dabble in the vacation-hut industry.
i will skulk about the private libraries and public parks.
i will fold the clean clothes.
i will wash the dishes.
i will never again dream of having the whole world.
Mindy Nettifee