THEN I SAID

An atom pushed around
in queues, typing words that are meaningless
Wait and wait for something
an atom shoved along, a cup of tea offered to
stave off a cynical hunger

A cloud formed at dusk, hardly seen
and blown to see-through air again
someone asking someone to meet them
a bathroom radio sounding like: old harmonicas
steps up steps from the underground

Thunder at night and flickering lightning: on the wall
through a curtain. The beginning of a film that’s good
and alters the rhythm of breathing, for almost all
the morning book handled with skill and keys in the pocket
to work is work

A need to take
serious the days
that evaporate in minds that are ahead, the days are
not ahead, not a head at all. A strap that hums from speed
Close the book.

With so many things impossible, the ground will be
under snow again, and from the window of this airplane
I remember so many things, that are important
and will forget them when I nod off, soon enough
Even that, and that’s where it’s at

I’ll never say
I’ll see you again
My one day love
lasted me a year

I’ll never see you again
I’ll say and know
it’s probably true

It doesn’t mean
I’ll never think of you
again
My one day love
lasted me another year

You’ll hover
close
for as long as I have
Just behind my weakening steps

You’ll never say
you wanted it differently
and it’s probably true

Hi my name is Jason Galax
I escape from time to time
I have a friend or two
They’re from here around too

This is my story for you
Yeah it has to have a start
Sit down and ready for this poem
Maybe till the dawn of morning

The road took hold, its light source was the ocean
So there was then but the wheel and steel
The animals inside to the right the fish in the sea
Free to think and ponder
and rushing to without cease at cry wolf
Like Herr Buddenbrook I had an epiphany
Somethingseeping into me, the saltwater dips
In early morns. It broke all I need
Yellow LargeTowel, DisposableCamerA,
A road falling off the cliff.
I’m ready to know now, and see

I won’t go to Brighton
I won’t go tomorrow
I will be sick in bed
With someone

This elicits a deep sigh
In all
Marching bands
Are on the move
She married again
It was good and they took planes
Far
To visit and go home
A diet and
Sun cream on the sheets
The morning and a new
Terrace brings hope
Petunias birds fresh waves
Of Adriatic sun
A friend introduces
New enigmas
A fish is a bear

My deepest thanks
Although they’re
Not necessary

I Live in London
with a computer to boot
the one’s I know are in my heart

I believe
it’s a start
the music will prove tomorrow is just another

Banjo of hope
I lay myself down to see
take a look and see the part where

In dreams at night
busses travel roads
in a countryside away and

every other thought
of wolverines and buds
in May. The duvet embarrasses me

it comes down to
being nice
and shouting loud: the family is harmony

The month of April
is mine to steal
this year
last one was yours
by default

She came with her hair
cut short at the brow
and flowing softly
around her tiny
exposed shoulders

The fact of the matter
still amazes
a sensitive heart
the nights and daytimes
in your service

Never was there to be
and in all naivety
the castle stood
and the castle fell
with me

We’ll know each other
for 60 years

Four maybe five frames
of reference walking

Physics of separation
chemistry of reciprocity

Words like you
she said them
and bubbles rose
in still sparkling water

The tendency is yours
for drinks and walks
and the gravel you avoid
in heels of some season

The familiar anecdotes appear
as disillusion now
and the will has left
the speaker in thoughts

He approaches you and
then me with his story
and the language eludes
the speaker of righteous truth

Have I ever described
one day like today?
And the socks shifted
easily across the wooden floorboards

You weigh the tide
with inadequate equipment
and the years of flow
and ebb make no sense

To expect fair treatment
To treat oneself, you now
and not us others
you expected what?

With your tears I saw
What I saw
and I saw myself
disappear, like you

I have to hang up
It’s been a hard year
and I’m getting old
please call me in the morning

If you want to live
You have got to keep
Me awake
For the rest of the night
Because these drugs are tearing
me off to bed
to bed

where sometimes teeth fall out
and things happen
that are dreamt of only in dreams

to fight such things
is to know such things
as can be too much
tonight

these are aching arms that will dissolve
and muscles in the neck that crack
shut it off
turn it off
go out
please

and nothing seems
just is
very simple
and I don’t know how
to face
this simplicity