Notes.

Fame

 

You think one day “What happened to

that band we listened to in high school?”

Instantly a song breaches the surface,

not music but memory, out-of-focus.

God that was years ago. When it played

at the fall dance, some squealing,

some groaning, some with a wry look.

Each of us knew it in our own way.

 

It turns out nothing happened to them.

It happened that weekend in LA

you drove to see them, there before

the thousands, strutting between the lights.

They lived it, and you saw, and until

now had forgotten, and that was all.


R Charboneau

Two Crows on a Telephone Pole

 

Two crows on a telephone pole

crow about their neighbors, but I

have learned to live alone, I know

none of my neighbors, I stay by

my computer, or by my phone.

I step outside to say hello.

They drop their gazes and start home.

I can only guess what they know.

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Reality TV Romance

 

They live so quickly, myself not as fast.

They fasten no valve on emotion.

Nor am I able to either at times.

Nor do either of us know what we are.

The difference must be the sense we have

of ourselves as one of two kinds, subject

or object, the one acting out who they are,

the other not believing they’re acting at all. Continue reading “Reality TV Romance”