Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Tuesday Poem

Regrets: I’ve had a few

Imagine saying it over again,
This time against a backdrop of lush orchestration,
A swollen reservoir of strings
And the twittering of flutes overhead.

Imagine saying it over again,
This time with an open hand.
I realize the trapdoor is about to open beneath me
When the sky begins to resonate with canned laughter.

Imagine saying it over again.
I could have just told her the true things,
Aubergine clocks and double-breasted werewolf suits and so forth,
All the while gnawing a dinosaur bone,

And still she would have dispatched me
With those baffled refugee eyes.


Cameron Morrison Birnie

2 comments:

  1. oh, those regrets.
    and the baffled refugee eyes...
    thank you..

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  2. this is wonderful...i got swallowed up in it (vortex).
    thank you for posting.

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