(As fallen as adolescent leaves— <br />She's picking 'concede' instead of <i>believe</i>. <br />But it's a pro-active tac-tic <br />To predict your own life pack-et.) <br /> <br /><i>Leave longing to the weather</i>*, <br />Is what you remarked absently: <br />addressing you, <br />addressing me. <br /> <br />Notes of rhythm and harmony <br />were ad-libbed long ago <br />from a past she played <br />in strings & bows. <br /> <br />She knows it's not right <br />To walk this black night; <br />Struggled and fought <br />But in turn was caught— <br /> <br />With both hands tied behind her back <br />Her feet fettered in fact. <br /> <br />It's like those doves <br />You think you're setting free; <br />When really they're trained-in-rage <br />To fly right back to their cage. <br /> <br />Lost in the 'how' <br />Oblivious to <i>why</i>: <br />You're bound to what you've learned— <br />Forgoing all you've yearned <br /> <br />About being happy, or being sad, <br />You're never steady with the passing fad. <br /> <br />I love you <br />I do <br />If that can mean anything <br />Let it mean something. <br /> <br />I'll be water <br />You be wine; <br />I'll drink yours <br />You drink mine. <br /> <br />Unsober and unclothed <br />I'm in destructive-mode: <br /> <br />Wake up to see— <br />—bar none, another tease, <br />Close your window <br />Here comes the winter breeze. <br /> <br />(10/2005) <br /> <br />*Reference to Eric Gamalinda, 'Murder in Progress after Gerhard Richter' Part V.<br /><br />s./j. goldner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/preemptive-measures/
