‘The singing house’ or ‘the best way to loose your mind while trying to sing along’
What moves the myriad hopes
away from introspection
into slumbering cells?
What releases these at intervals
and carries on as normal?
This is the scene we’re interested in:
she elegantly undoes whatever comes to mind
and many many many neurons cry HURRAH
flooding the cervix with that
MOST evasive of things
I have mentioned it before
Just something that came to mind
ON two reasonably warm and pleasant
days AT midnight
waking up before the alarm
hating it with a burning gut
standing it on its head