Days spent
out here in the cold
people drowning out
the wooden walls of smirks
passing by as the days hush
to themselves, filming cheeks in the rain.
There's an urgency in the way
I tried to interrupt you.
There's an urgency because I
had to apologize for thinking
you were mocking me
when in truth you were just
mirroring back what I'd said
without confidence
shining light on a mode of friendship
employing this loftiness of heart this lightness.
I'm realizing now as you sleep
that it must sound crazy
for me to talk about loving exhausting
to the bottoms getting to the underneaths
the ways of things
when I'm leaving you with partials
trickled I don't knows
It's taken me this long
it's taken me to see that
the length it's taken
is six beers
or so
and a spliff
and now waking in the middle of the night,
parched and thirsty
(having dreamt of water thirst)
to sit now on the floor
in the only light coming
from the neighbor's window
and the two sounds
are your light
snoring and the rumble of the S-bahn
and I understand a suspension in the Berlin morning.
© 2008, Jared Linzmeier
