half of what i wanted to say
John Cage illuminates my double-yellow destiny, and I drive with you next to me.
I’m teased by his landscape, tempted to close my eyes for a second
and yield to the scales, building like waves that can’t find their crests.
They slide and droop, batter-off-the-spoon sweet, brushing my hair behind my ears and lulling me with foreign coos of a language I wish I understood.
I wish I understood like you do.
The word of the day breezes by my lips, and I am glad that I remember it.
Je suis drôlement emmerdé.
I’m teased by his landscape, tempted to close my eyes for a second
and yield to the scales, building like waves that can’t find their crests.
They slide and droop, batter-off-the-spoon sweet, brushing my hair behind my ears and lulling me with foreign coos of a language I wish I understood.
I wish I understood like you do.
The word of the day breezes by my lips, and I am glad that I remember it.
Je suis drôlement emmerdé.