Sunday, October 25, 2009

TC: Afternoons


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it’s fine to wake up and hug your knees
my knees
when I have run out of fire fluid
I rush back to bed

the feeling of paws on my knees
petals and wings
little hair
why have you gone

I sing that in my head
being alone is a song
a cigarette in bed
it’s better not to touch the ceiling
but if love attaches a band aid
from the ceiling to your head
there’s nothing to do but recognize it






File:BandAid.jpg





A band-aid: photo by Svetlana Miljkovic, 2006

11 comments:

SarahA said...

'it’s fine to wake up and hug your knees
my knees' yes it is a fine thing to do, but not to have 'a cigarette in bed'(did your Mother never tell you, you should NOT smoke in bed Thomas!)
'the feeling of paws on my knees
petals and wings
little hair
why have you gone' That is such a beauty of a sentiment.

TC said...

SarahA,

I believe this cigarette in bad was being smoked somewhere beneath the crescent turning of the river in London in the middle of a previous century. The paws and wings seem a bit mysterious to me now, the little hair perhaps only slightly less so. Life is such a curious thing. I do wish my mother had warned me.

Anonymous said...

I see my father walking in a garden.
He dressed his robes in flocking fleece.
his rib from a man.

John Andrew Bowie said...

I see my father walking in a garden.
He dressed his robes in flocking fleece.
his rib from a man.

john andrew bowie said...

and what of the rain
whose hair of sunshine
remain in the light. the sincere
affection whose reckoning this
not
numberd among days
is our grace, is just inheritance
as a bird

TC said...

SarahA,

Did I say "this cigarette in bad"? Why is it the things we mean to say are never known to us until they leap into our words?

John Andrew Bowie,

Infinite gifts we are unable to behold.

SarahA said...

Now this is spooky. I was just saying much the same thing to someone earlier this morning. Yesterday I sent them an email saying something like 'I am reading you write' instead of what I should of said 'I am reading you right' *sigh* and I thought it was just me that did stuff like so, but *dance* you do too! Ha! So does this mean you are as crazy/mad as me Thomas?

TC said...

SarahA,

It is a terrible disease we share, or perhaps I'd better call it an involuntary habit, of saying what we mean even when we do not think we are doing so.

For example I am unable to stop myself from saying that to be as crazy as you are would be an honour whereas to be as crazy as I am would not. (Of course I don't mean that, I mean I do mean that.)

SarahA said...

Ha! You loon. You know what though Thomas, I never actually saw 'a cigarette in bad' but 'a cigarette in bed' Now what does that mean? That I only read what I want to read? Like the old man /lady with selective hearing!

TC said...

SarahA,

Let us call it elective infinity.

TC said...

(...of course I meant to say "infirmity"...)