I get to see my favorite band of all time from November 30th to December 3rd.
One album a night, four nights, four albums straight.
And thus I will share them with you from time to time
Right now this is perfect for me, right now this is true.
A soft breeze
with the slippery concrete
black and full of muddy slush,
contrasting with the hoarfrost,
clean and hung
on a tunnel of silent shivering trees
(the ones you said you'd like to be),
and the birds that screamed at the sun
now buried deep
down below the ground,
beneath the snow,
I press my shoulder to this wall between us.
I know you are behind me
and I press my shoulder to this wall,
determined not to turn around.
I didn't see you standing,
that statue that I molded in my mind to kiss,
so beautiful you'll never move again.
Someplace far away,
at some sad table littered with chipped plates,
with bad light,
in 48 frames from a movie on the cutting room floor,
"True meaning would be dying with you,"
and though I wanted to,
I did not smile.
But now I will give up on this wall that I have fought with,
never uncover meaning behind our rich words.
If I could I would make you a raging river,
with angry rapids, supplied with rain,
so you could always meander
and forever be able to run away
with myths wrongly interpreted,
A harsh wind.