Poem

You were laughing no you weren't she was she was she wasn't

These aren't the right words

The people are waiting on the platform and the decisions are being themselves as usual 

You could take this silver cord and wrap it around all of your ideas 

You could you could

What is the way to make meaning

You're less busy than the machine has time for 

I poured the world in for you 

All the sun on that block

Or at least I wanted to:

Everyone is leaving but this would be an arrival your torso is a drum people come through and then they die you see the obituary in passing as the man next to you folds the paper and all these people at all these parties that cannot be the answer but what

Back above ground and it's the same sun different block same world different world 

Your friend is lying down with the thing he is carrying

Everybody is somebody's family you think you forget the sun keeps going still you keep going the world rearranges itself just so

False alarm you say and then you don't know what to say you wrap yourself in the future you wrap yourself in the past the woman gets in the taxi just in time

Everybody is it's not an easy thing to understand

False alarm you say and then you don't know what to say the sun keeps  going.