benjamism

Sonnet


Young and beautiful, stay in the silent evening

And seek your rasping double that the window reverberates

In stretched rectangles that the armored glossy skin of the cars

Conducts unwittingly in the impatient expectations of lust


We've fallen into the romance of what our ears never oblige

When night comes, and the nerves hum like the groin of a highschool jock

To suddenly take what the mourning always surrenders

A bird calls while it can, while we're drawn too, to an illusive structure


What was bent into tools, I use only as still lives, landscapes

for a belief that through all this something good can be extracted

Some sentimental belief in a blind doorway uttering redemption

Advertisements leaving little hints of order in the rubble of experience


To just sit, making your heart stop beating, to see if the room will notice

The room goes on without me, like the blond highlights in her hair, without her

It breathes as well, the room, the lungs are filled with

Information, that it too has staged for the dancing flies