you and i lost in the forest of meaningless symbols

the sound of human voices in

                          august rooms

the sound of heat or the

weight of it

thunder at the edges

mountains grey in the haze or

blue beneath a colorless sky

asks where’s the map?

answers why do you need it?

and both of them naked
 

both of them waiting

and pollock is dead, of course,

                              and cobain,
                               and christ,
just to give you a better idea of WHEN
                                                  and
she has freckles on her pale breasts

he is never quite comfortable

in his own skin

says i’d like to see the desert and

she smiles at him and laughs

says but i need to get home

you see?

there are always places to go but

they will never be arrived at

there are some reasons more important

than others, or at least there
those who see it this way
 

one more time he says and she agrees

there is here and now and then

                                       (later)
there is the idea that HERE and NOW
are fading into the past

sits alone in a darkening room

and begins to understand this