Sincere pollution

Diffuse matter
a circumstance
a surprise
I close my eyes
before intubation
stabilization
circulation
ressurrection

silence
a gentle whisper
extinguished warmth
forgotten lips

Fixation

I'm dancing
and loving
to melt a storm
but now
I've found
it is too late
so late

this afternoon
the thrill has gone
love is old
nights are cold
the moon is gone
so soon
gone

In vain
I pretend
this is the end
no seaside
no shore
no poems
an empty space
between the stars
crack
the thrill is gone

(revisiting Patricia Barber)