Window Rap

2 AM
You listen to
The songs of city tower blues
And also you try hard to stay awake for opportunity
Of night and day and brain and others' unity unity.
Cuz the room is bathed in slate
And you stayed up very late
And you're still up very late
Or maybe early
It is curly
Yes it is
the singer's hair
To whom you're listening
The pavement's glistening
In streetlamp light of suburbia
I guess at heart I'm a country girl
Butdoesn'tpartofyaalwaysyearrrnnfornewyokecitayyyy????
Forthosecreepydawlllls?????
Inthewindowsoftheresawwwwsss?????
BecuzyestadayIseensomeladylookinatmeouthercitywindowandIsayIwannabelikeherwiththeoldapartmentandmaybeshehasneighborsshedon'tlikebutundastandsemanywayandlistenstotheirthoughtwhilesippincheapteafromthemarketthatshewalkedtoyestadayandalsoboughtdishwashingliquidtobeusedforaverysinistauselay-taawnn????
Maybayyshegotsumthininher'partmentshedon'twantnobodytosee.

Summary

double canvas paves the compass needle swinging, cuts my world
in half and tick tick time is singing look at how events unfurled
map frame doesn't seem to cut it, no, you must put on a show
girl dance for us and we will judge your skills do nothing, then we go
for ice cream's good but bread is better but not with butter not with butter
up we swing till our universe dings to show its ready for our lies.

August

September
The busy
revel in
the rush
October
The lonely
weep in
the rain
November
We all
Try hard to give thanks
Through the bitter cold
Though the fire smold-
ers
Though we're getting old-
er.
Decemeber
She sees
her breath
On the
Win-dow-sill
Jan-
Uary
unwanted
fee-
lings in him
fester still.
Feb...ruary
we know the stor-
y from ano-
ther poem
So what if the ink spills on our page and we can't write of how we sob?
Or..
what if we don't want to remember how our hearts throb....
Each time we sing
Of March
And of parades in the morning
Recalling the harsh
Double whistle ding bang tick tock Ring.
April we stand on our porches and won-
der
How strange it is when one thing causes ano-
ther
to o-
ccer.
tis human...

you know,

to
err.
SaidHeToHer.
May brings
the factory smoke,
TheBrokenGlass,
in the window panes of
that old sweatshop/department store
So tell me
Call you tell me
What in June we are fighting
for?
So yeah
the geraniums which
all the neighbors
have.
they bloom and turn
grey
in my crazy dreamland way.
July
I found a closet
with ballet costumes
It was a green
Car-pet-ed room
and I barely even remember...
so it might have been ....
September
The busy
Revel in the rush...

internal workings

Guess what?
(What?)
Oh, you know, you're inside my head.
(You're getting excited over nothing)
So what?
(Nothing's going to come of this)
You're no fun.
(Life isn't always fun)
Well I can at least tell some people...
(Keep your mouth shut for once in your life)
......You know my greatest fear, then?
(Yes, and I agree)
But--
(He probably has a girlfriend)
I could knock her out of the picture in a second!
(Don't let this go to your head)
Yeah, well, all's fair in love and war...
(You've never even liked that saying)
It never applied to me. It's different now.
(Nothing's different)
Don't you get it? It's fate.
(No, it's desperation causing your mind to assume destiny out of a small coincidence.)
Oh, shut up.