(no subject)
Becoming
Somehow, the smoke will go
out from this pub, and dim the city
by streets
by orange light.
Slowly, the rattle of coughing
and laughter and glasses
is submerging,
and everything is becoming silent
as you, and your friends slide toward me
in mid-action, lining tracks and
stacked elegantly as cutouts.
I am re-animated in your presence,
I am conducting the final overture,
and slowly, I am detaching the sound and the movement,
and somehow, I am becoming mute and immobile
in the face of this.
Somehow, the smoke will go
out from this pub, and dim the city
by streets
by orange light.
Slowly, the rattle of coughing
and laughter and glasses
is submerging,
and everything is becoming silent
as you, and your friends slide toward me
in mid-action, lining tracks and
stacked elegantly as cutouts.
I am re-animated in your presence,
I am conducting the final overture,
and slowly, I am detaching the sound and the movement,
and somehow, I am becoming mute and immobile
in the face of this.