Hopeful

we get into trouble all the time, you and I

like a telescope angry at the sky and its
crowdedness, you pose demands

as if any god didn’t believe in a bigger god.

I already belong to so many smallnesses
& love them, over you and despite.

you make the most desperate beggar of all
not difficult, just life.

a swarmer and a brawler and a shit one
at that; you relent

you relent. a punch or a hurricane
and you’re knocked

like the moon off a horse.

blood loving bitch, that every idiot
praises!

in the end we all marry the same woman
and betray you

use you up like a lung
or sugar. and now

you got a haymaker coming at you
I’ve been hooking.

what childish things you always do.

we get into trouble all the time, you and I

if only
you had me

sleeping in
the music of your bones


hopeful

Kandinsky – Tempered Elan