catch a note forward
in the basket of quality
often deciding what is likely
so fast and frivolous these days
words becoming more and more
of a plainsong drone inhabiting such
a confined area upstairs (but more of a)
downstairs situation and
i’ve forgotten what
that exactly
means
but

we were talking
i hear many things
great party we enjoyed
smart boy you must have
glancing along the tight rope
i can never tell never which kind
of man i am if it’s not love (personified)
then hate me softly please
and we should forget
what that all
means
but

it’s another poem
some slurring or another
maybe they will find someone
and i’m sure it will if nothing else
decadence is just around the corner
one could lose themselves (in possibilities)
the maddening uncertainty
and i don’t think i
will ever
forget
it