October 31st 2021
Lines Supposedly Written Avril 14th
As the day’s edges appear
to slope outward or away,
we’re beginning to talk past each other.
“The only difference between ‘jet suit’
and ‘Jesuit’ is a question of technique
on how best to ascend”, you say.
In lofty beams, infidel bunches
of boysenberries are beginning to go
ripe inside the megachurch.
Something thrown is cutting
a wake through a window.
“An orchard is quite like a brain.”
Today, for the first time, you both
‘heard of’ and ‘heard’ a peal of bells,
the terms modulate, attack, release, decay.
I follow you through: every room
of a Bruce Nauman retrospective;
a ribcage of pews; a sheet of laser
making a canopy over our heads
at an Aphex gig near some docks;
a conversation over pianos.
We’re beginning to talk past each other,
to slope outward, or away,
as the day’s edges appear.