Ghost

Ghost

your shoes look good next to mine while it’s raining outside
& I don’t need a picture other than this to imply our
informal history, just the synchronicity of those personal
possessions & the music, perhaps, in my room, which comes
out of no electric device of any kind (unless you count
that smile of yours) & the sillage of smoke and our union
in the air, the taste of conversation between us; but I won’t
include you & I in the picture, because it’s my poem & I do
what I want & because some vernaculars aren’t for share &
because, ultimately, ourselves we weren’t there


Kandinsky – Contrasting Sounds