[comes home on Sunday, May 17]
the surround-sound sound barrier
is between us
Let me drink up my cigarette
though I can tell you very little about yourself
Ask me anyway to name the Cole train experience
by the name which is good enough for itself,
Haagen Dazs cares about honey bees
Say: Let me not think
but instead let me feel
your love
bumps. Let me but feel
the bumps between your disposition
and your faith.
The bees are dying
but nobody knows why
I know that is inacurate, they merely fly
out, just as they always have, and forget how to get back
or they get back, but they forget the dance, forget the why of bee-ing.
2 comments:
forget the why of bee-ing
you're beautiful annabel
for Vanessa)
by James Laughlin
Melissa and I were sitting
by the little lake in Green
Park in London playing
“swapping minds.” It’s an
old game that came down from
the Lowlands. It was a fine
day so we had brought
a little picnic. Melissa
makes wonderful pât�, as
good as anything from Fortnum
& Masson. Yummy. And we had
a half bottle of Chardonnay
between us.
Here is how the game of
“swapping minds” goes. It’s
not a child’s game, it’s
very intellectual, or should
I say psychological. Just
imagine Melissa and I are
talking. She says something
to me, “James why are you
always so arrogant?” But,
obviously that’s not what
she is thinking. To answer
her I must try to imagine
what she was thinking when
she asked that. I must swap
minds with her.
I ventured the following:
“Melissa, you have the most
lovely white skin in England,
you must be careful
not to get sunburned.
Melissa: “James, why do you
pretend you are Scots when
you’re really of Irish descent?”
James: “Melissa, are you
remembering the handsome
Russian boy you met in the
Hermitage on your trip to
Russia and he took you to have
an ice cream with him?”
Melissa: “James, did the
other boys in school tease
you because you were so bad
at games?”
James: “Do you really love
me or are you just flirting?”
Melissa: “I’m sorry, James,
but the response is in your
mind, not in mine.”
That was the end of the
“swapping game” for that
day, and such a happy day
it was, there in Green Park,
watching the ducks on the
pond.
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