it's morning, you know
we could
paint a still life with our impotent fingers
or cook eggs with every
spice in the drawer
we could
dig holes in the front yard,
bury treasures in front of
button-down commuters get
smashingly drunk forget
where we put them dig
them up and act convincingly surprised.
we could pretend our hands are
virgin hands our
eyes new canvases and record
like nude Rembrandts
the embarrassing details
we could make a creek of
pillows from one
side of the house to another
roll the entire length of it naked and
end up tangled in each other when they
run out
There is a whole day ahead of us, a whole world ahead of us -
a world of misery separated from us by
firecracker smoke, by cannonsmoke.
We have the house to ourselves
we could duct tape cardboard to the
exterior and pretend its one big
refrigerator box we could
jettison old ball mice and fat computer monitors
into the driveway erect
a campfire in the living room and
imagine that we have rebelled against something
fittingly awful, the modern world scowling at
our rusticity we could
make a tincan telephone that connects the entire
cul-de-sac and dress up smart and
sell it as charmingly as Ma Bell door-to-door
We could do all of these things twice over never
once regret the casualness the transition between
a glowing potential eden and the Hell of
ritual. Never once resent the scandal that we so politely bore,
shedding it like counterculture heroes shedding clothes; shedding all constraints
Our brains invent two options:
sex again, handcuffed to maturity, or sleep.
What a world. What a longing.
What our age must suggest.
What an excuse: your starched reputation.
What courage could come from your bleached conscience.
How lovely to be trapped.
You could be the love of someone's morning;
but instead we let it all hibernate inside
fantastic minds, encased in solemn warning
made the stolid fucking newlywed
of courtesy and pride.
The future has
none of the promise you expect,
and today can't last forever,
but you don't seem to care.
Try to remember: we haven't always felt this way.