NOTES FROM A GONE HORN

 

would james dean

                                    drink

                                                to forget you?

 

I mean

I know you think

  you can grasp reality

  by razor-sharp edges

  and pull it in

                                    a surreal fish on a vein-thin line

                                                                        but can you make the

leap

                        from me to am-not

                                                            with something other in mind

                                                              than the nothing below zero

 

                                                                                                in short:

 

can you see david

smiling back at you

from the other mirror-side of reality?

 

                                                Or do you think

                                                            (perhaps)

                                                               that wind and whiskey

                                                                        and james dean

                                                                            will have stolen the words

                                                                                from your too-sweet lips

                                                                                    and thrust them deep

                                                                                       into the hush

 

                                                of non-existence

 

before someone like me

woke

to write this for you

 

                                                                        in a small night

                                                                            tingling

                                                                        with possibilities

 

 

James MacFarlane Williams

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