I want to be him

by Silas

Posted to Poetry on 2004-07-08 04:28:00

The room is full of elbows
and
coffee beans
last time
at this precise
moment
I mentioned déja vu
and now I know why

still
seeing it from this side
and feeling the wetness
of your crotch
from inside you
is so vastly different
from what I expected
next
I want to play
that
old
man
with the fu-manchu mustache

(over by the potted palm)

perhaps he’s aware of our game
(and now he knows
we can
do this)
I want to be him