Harkening to the times when I killed your food and knew your smell. |
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It Will Come as No SurpriseIt will come as no surprise,the wandering through space and visits to planets, setting flags of ownership, such a human thing and we’ve been warming-up for the journey, over ready now Impatience will be the crystal word Moments ago we killed our food, dragged it home and huddled for warmth against the fires of our close-held bodies Moments ago we filled the need with careful baskets, woven over long afternoons of conversation I knew you by your voice and touch, moments ago, when we spoke and lay close That voice is closer, yet further now, bounced by satellite to me, mixed among the textures of my Walkman, spinning Dylan I must get hooked to the Internet, to drive us faster, opening space from those waking moments, when the smell of your body was all a man could want and your sleep-filled eyes knew me, in those times of weaving baskets Instantly, we need it all right now, the music, the image, CNN, that brings us close to Michael Jackson, Freeze-frames Jordan, takes you and me to miracles A pale thing by comparison, my small miracle, when I killed your food and knew your smell The expected day of weightlessness will come quickly, yet not soon enough for the need to do it all and see it all and feel it all, away from that awful warmth of my hand on your sleeping belly, as memory crackles lifelessly across space, every thirst quenched by electrons It will come as no surprise |
![]() This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection BROKEN PIECES available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats. |