Whirlpool

To be in place is not to be in time.
Some things are not for the leaving.
Like one more breath in an airless room, breathing,
It ceases to be an option.
  Emotional survival, hope extant. And you would talk of
Smoke, in smoke filled rooms, drinks and things,
This and that,
Chat and ask people more about themselves,
Then pull one long sleeve across your mouth, wet.
  And laugh, amused
Ending in nothing.
  To be in time, in the vein of things, is to be amused.
To make the world distant. The binding refrain.
At distance, laughter is impenetrable.  Undecipherable. Arcane.


It's cold outside.
Frozen to death or shaken to pieces?

You choose, your choice. Inside, or the rain?

So we walked.

Where would you rather be?

Under a hill.

No, really?

At the bottom of the sea, crushed in the black.

Seriously, please?

A few months ago, wrapped in your arms. Sick, and cold, and shivering,

  

 Vacant.

Do you remember nothing?
Are these things worth nothing?
  Lifes' empties, bottles on a doorstep
To be used,
To be taken away,

How about a nice, honest "I told you so"
And your hair, red
Auburn, burning, and the rain.
But he said
What people think of you doesn't matter
And will you go out today, come back to mine?
Leave him, come back with me?
Yes she said with a smile
But what will people think?

No point ruing something already past
Mulling over something already done
But regret was never a choice
Just a symptom of the severe affliction
You just get over it
And you get over life too.
I just told them it was over
Is that ok?
I was not quite,

                  not exactly
                       
over you




Is that ok?

There are many truths
Not worth uttering,
My love,
Here is a word for you
Put those lips together
Say it:

Never

You're full of life
And you are picking and choosing
And swatting people away
And flirting
And doing the dirty occasionally
And looking away
And you are so sweet
And silly
And shy
And

And

And


    Distant.  Impenetrable.
  

   IN THE WATER,

In turmoil, confusion
Things are so clear in the distance,
In the eye,
Things are so small and lucid
In the mind,
Lurid, deceitful, disguised.

Is all still
The Whirlpool
Still dragging you down,
but with implied purpose.