Monday, October 03, 2005

Feeling Moody Folks...

In one of those wispy wimsy late night/early morning moods, so here's a poem and one of the most beautiful pictures I've ever taken to carry us through... Sab

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If We Never Meet Again



I’ll tell your friends that you were great
If we never meet again
I’ll drink Chinese tea from a plate
If we never meet again

I’ll paint strange exhibitions red
With silent laughter and regret
If our last time was the last time
And we never meet again

If we never meet again
I’ll stand on stupid bridges, starkly
If we never meet again
I’ll glower at darkening skies, darkly

If the last time was the last time
I’ll eat Greek and I’ll dance blind
And sink whiskey and chase the blood clots
Round the remnants of my mind

I’ll part these cheesy seas in spite
I’ll think of poetry too late
And if we never meet again
I’ll have something I can relate

The girl who said “yes, yes; no, no”
With sleepy eyes that went stop-go
And if we never meet again
I’ll sell the Swiss bidders the Seine

And trade our tower to the Japs
In one final fucked-up relapse
If the last time was the last time
And we never meet again
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© Sab Will / Mystic Rhythms 2003

1 comment:

hagfish said...

Damn. Is it me on this windy night, or is it you? I am too emotional, and feeling this poem in my marrow. It hurts...but that only means there is recognition of the angst we all share when IT goes awry.

I love a shadow this evening. It's safer, but not as gratifying as the tooth grinding, gut gnawing real McCoy. Love...I wonder what kind of madness it is?

Already addicted to your words, I will hasten to link to you from my place. What a fine addition you will be! I welcome you.

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