the thing is 
that every time I see the things
I think I know
I’m confused and amused
like a coke addict
in front of a Pepsi machine

the thing is
that every time
I “see you falling, I 
get down on my knees”
and pray

But the thing of it is that
I don’t know you
or any part of you
not body or mind or blood
Not one
Iota
of your
Simplicity
comes through
this wave of energy

Sometimes I think you are my test

Other times I sit back and wonder
what station we linger in

every time I think I have you
bested
You come back, thorough
Listing
full of wrong
and ghouls

You’re like the static
station on the radio

Little let through
Little let go

11/12/2004

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