Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Was it a Sparrow?




Time. Say Time. Time. Say Time. Time. Say Time. Time.
Quick, said the bird, find them, find them, round the corner.
Time. Say Time. Day. Say Day. Time. Say Time. Day. Say Day.
Quick said the bird. Round the corner. Through the first gate.

Time. Say Time. Time. Say Time. Time. Say Time. Time.
Meditating, her face swooped to the right. Smiling, she breathed.
Time. Say Time. Time. Say Time. Time. Say Time. Time.
Dreaming, she lost herself.  Waking, she found words.





Day. Say day. Day. Say Day. Day. Say Day. Day.
Waking, she found words. Oh what a night oh what a night.
Straight shots of Patron and a slice of lime.
Gamma. Hangover. Words sour in the mouth.


Quick, said the bird. Into our first world, shall we follow?
Down the passage which we did not take. Towards the door.
Talking, her face swooped  to the left. "––a hard-on?" Laughter.
"––give him your number?" "––when they turn on the lights!"

Time. Say Time. Time. Say Time. Time. Say Time. Time.
Gamma. Touching fingertips. Was he having an erection.
Time. Say Time. Time. Say Time. Time. Say Time. Time.
Alpha. Silence. Rippling circles. Stone thrown in Pond. Time.

Say Time. Time. Say Time. Time. Say Time. Time.
Quick, through the door, the door we have yet to open.
Gamma. The words come spilling out. "Where were you last night?"
She spills. "Where did you go?" Into the rose garden.



Soda fizzing. Fizz in my mouth, nose, ears and eyes.
Time. Say Time. Time. Say Time. Time. Say Time. Time.
Asleep. No fizzing. The soda remains. Our Town.
Oh my love, we entered the chapel. The door we unlocked.

Time. Say Time. Morning. Say Morning. Time. Say Time. Time.
Morning brought light and light brought  us the world. Light.
The world. Gamma. We spoke. Words in the sacred chapel.
Time. Say Time. Morning. Say Morning. Time. Say Time.

Oh my love I lost you. I let go your hand. Quick, quick,
Saith the bird, find him, back, back in time.
Awake, I could not find the way.  Mourning. Say mourning.
The garden. Gamma. The Words. Words of mourning. 
George and Emily in "Our Town"

Time. Say Time. Night. Say Night. Time. Say Time. Time.
The long night. The dark night of the soul. Long dark night.
Sleep. No fizzing. The soda remains. George and Emily.
She tells him off. The soda remains. The long dark night.

Time. Say Time. Time. Say Time. Time. Say Time. Time.
Sleep that knitteth up the raveled sleeve of care.
Dames knitting furiously. Soldiers throw dice.
At the foot of the cross. Gethsemane. And Dame Revolution.

Oh my love, we did enter the garden. There we dallied
Among roses. Yes, time stopped. For us, for love,
The world stood still. If all time is eternally present
All time is unredeemable.

Alpha. The End of Days. Time flatlines. Now, now, said the bird,
Back to the land of the living. Home. Children. Growth. Pain.
The soda remains. George and Emily sit together holding hands.
Apart, and time splits. Atoms split. All time is redeemable.

Time. Say Time. Time. Say Time. Time. Say Time. Time.
Now. Say Now. Time. Say Time. Now. Say Now. Now.
A bird, hopping down a corridor, small and dusky. These words:
Too abstract or too concrete? Time and Love. Was it a sparrow?




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