Let’s look together for the crest of our youth
Helsinki’s crinel, neither green nor gray
dancing into the winter’s wind.
Our parched skins seeking barmaids and wine carafes
cheap and full.
Nailed to the bar, we consummed our moons
whirling in the night.
Shattered and lost among the familiar alleys
we jumped on the wet pavements
dredging for gold.
“I thought I heard an aeroplane
it must’ve been just the breeze”
And that
Thought
Worries me.
Just the breeze. Just the
single most inherently
powerful thing that
touches us every day, but
we don’t even know it.
In the breadth of a single
instant, it could simply
decide to knock a car off
a bridge.
It could blow me apart.
It could blow us apart.
It has blown us apart.
And that
terrifies me.
But why worry so much?
After all
“It’s just the breeze.”
your finger finds the puff of
lint fallen from my pocket aged to
perfection through long hours
tumbling round my fingers gathering
tiny pieces of paper and fingernail
fungus never resting even
while being washed seeking lint
from new shirts gathered over
time slowing nearly stopping
aging growing happily
knowing full well it will escape
to my carpet and become an
object of crawling causing
desire for my daughter
We strapped up
and headed out like Hell on wheels
and tore the whole damn city down
but never found
a reason Why we did it
but if we get another chance
We’ll strap up again and
break the whole damn thing one more time
Just to prove we can.
A fluke’s not a fluke until I say it is.
