Discrepency.
What seperates us.
As simple as a cloud watched, when I see the whisked whiskered cat,
and you see collected evaporation.
An operation as impossible as love,
is unthinkable now
What we don't speak of begins to amount in great size,
and between us grows space. I find our bed is wider.
We manage to keep sleeping on either edge, cold feet shimmering on the matress,
and cold sheets shouting on the floor.
Apart.
It is as if we run either side of the bar where lies Herman's whale,
obstructing you from I.
However, we've not the cable to pull her away. I see her lie alien on that shore
and it sickens me.
As if a rift does not belong in us, but gapes there.
A shadow in the warehouse is not supposed to breathe,
when we are shattering, whirling flash-lights. But they inhale.
As if a wall is not built, 'tween my toast and your tea
at the morning table.
Courage for fixing is not suppposed to play dead.
And that's when I realize
its not playing.
Divorce, as a word, has the poetic significance...of a rock. However, what speaks to me is that so many people make the same mistake, and don't even know what it is until they're in that courtroom screaming at each other. Although contributed to by many, many things, it's a simple matter of compatibility.
No one wants to take the time to find out what isn't obvious. "She intoxicates me." So why not marry her? Because you didn't understand love in the first place. Hardly anyone ever does.
The poem is from the point of view of someone who knows his marriage is failing, and that there is no return. This is not to say I advocate divorce, in fact I believe there is no problem so great that it can't be worked out. I'm just trying to convey the hopelessness of it all...
