Some Thursday Night

A violin appeared on the bed

She was in the Duderstadt

She said

“I’d like to try to play again”

He ran right through the grass

in his campus going clothes

going

 “I’m making a path-

   I’m creating a raft”

“I’ve found something nice for myself.”

Cutting corners, tricky toes

I knew I’d think about this

And I knew it would help me make sense

I wrote it down somewhere.

I found something nice for myself.

We all think about how we all die alone

We all know the piano keys consolation.

Picking out a disco suit from the Wal-Mart that’s dead

Singing to get myself up there

Singing until I got up to that blue sky sun belief

I wish I could find other words for singing that are not singing

Like….

I don’t know

Sucking in the cattails through a straw

All solid breath once again

At the end of my screams off of lifeguard stands

No one answers back

I’d always linger

And carve my little secrets

Into the sides of the wood

There were

Many acronyms

For things that meant secret things to my heart that no one could know

A secret language that I’ve mostly forgotten now

In your language

You can choose to have an I, you can choose to have a you, or a he or a Name here

I want to think of anything but myself

I want to think of everything of myself

And so I wonder about the violin’s appearance

And I’m glad I asked him

What are you doing running so late?

Because I could never imagine

What’s in your brain