"There is nothing that competes with habit."
Aimee Mann, "You Could Make a Killing"
In your dreams, you are whole again, all pains and miseries gone. A woman comes to take you away somewhere, smelling of herbs and spices and exotic oils. But you are hesitant. Rather, you ask her to stay. Impossible, she says, and you must make a choice. You want to go, but not forever. For all its imperfections, you like it here. But once she's gone, she won't come back.
You wake in the darkness. What, you want to know? What did you choose? It's difficult to break with the old attachments, but we long to go. What are we willing to leave behind?
Aimee Mann makes me cry (all the way back to a till Tuesday song) and I am a big fan of her husband's music too. I saw them once together in Boston..
ReplyDeleteSo here's a poem well not really but I used it as one for yesterdays day -- written at about 2AM so it really is a today poem
I'm still behind:
For some William's (Burrough and Others) on Day 23 of National Poetry Month 2009
I've cut up Rilke
I've cut up Shakespeare
I've cut up the morning news
I've cut up last nights dream
I've cut up my friend's poem
I've cut up your poem
but still
the girl in the red sari
the empty copper bowl
Konarak's wheel, an eclipse
and the velvet tailed monkey
yup.
"I try not to get too close, he said. From a distance almost everything looks real." -Brian Andreas
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