april 26

Last night you were in This continual dream In between I was waking up To the sound of rain on tin I'd smile in the darkness The tanks are filling up at least Then I'd roll under my covers And drift back to where I was Waiting alone In that magical sprawl Of cafes pubs and restaurants and bars We were gonna see them all I was watching for your car Through a smoky plexiglass wall Outside a street lamp caught the rain It arced and also caught itself a ball, then Your taxi pulls up In this 80s movie scene You're waving walking up to me My senses disappear With my rehearsed apologies And you say hello But I don't know how to talk to you Not even in my dreams I get silly I get boastful I get rambling and loquacious I forget that you're not here For my big words and conceit You're here for my company That thing I keep fucking up And you've caught on To the best way to talk to me Rarely Barely Blamelessly So efficaciously See there I go again Then you're gone again The sun is finally up The rain has all but stopped The house is freezing, fucken cold The bottom tank is too full to be ignored any longer I chuck my slippers on Shuffle across the tundra And when i return to the lounge I kneel before the fire Last night's coals are huddled there Naked, crackling for cover I shiver And I hesitate to throw a single thing on them