Poem 8

for you i resign my power
it is one thing or the other, not both
no, not both. so sadly one can not have both...
in the orange stripped roller-coaster
the simplest of things, so hard to spell
a sly fellow swirls around the flowerless magnolia
i rise, my hands on your hips, a drowning stare
the vast sky broken by tv antennas and concrete facades
just the other day i have heard you, laughing for her
i was there, in the other room
nicely throwing away your books
a slow burn turned inwards, look at me
can you see it? is it there, under the cupboard?
obvious as a cat tail out of the door
being the quiet spec­tator in the background has no other meaning but to keep
an overwhelming urge under restrain