detractions

Can you even hear me through the din
Of others’ noisy lives, and kitchen knives
Sharpening noisily noisily noisily noisily-
Can you hear me at all?

Une comptine d’another world shines through your eyes
Crossed wires, I like another guy is that what you said
Or did I mishear, through the gloamy glaze of our
Mistunderstanding, hail bounces off the windows
Of the car we rented just
To Argue in.

‘Good listener.’ Good still-and-wait-for-weather-storm
To end, is what you are, mind wandering and looking for
Another subject to latch on to and jump around
And pull the head off another teddy bear in order to
Sort the strands of the silky stuffing.

But sorting the strands of my words and my
Intonations
Dissertations
Harassations
Loss of patience
All those one sided altercations…
Has always been
A little too
Much.





*une comptine = a nursery rhyme