“INSCRUTABLE VARIATION”
after David Cope
Lightning
illuminates your face on the bed,
Knocks
down the fan, sets the top of the tree on fire,
Travels
down to the roots,
Into
the well, blows out the pump,
Fries
the electrical & ignites the house.
Aversion
is so prontissimo,
Yet
‘tis but forgetting any other home save this.
Why
don’t you come upstairs in about ten seconds.
It’s
my favorite time of day, when my life ends, as I knew it.
I’d
rather fight with you than make love to anyone else.
Who
are these people?
I
don’t recognize any of them.
Last
thing I remember was walking around the carnival.
You
were working the kissing booth.
Do
you always answer the door half-naked?
The
changes cannot all be fathomed.
The
overall picture is one of idiosyncrasy.
Raining
hard, the wind snaps off branches,
Throws
them like arrows into the sky.
That’s
when I knew you got me.
19
August 2010
Spoken word
version from Venerable Madtown Hall,
copyright © 2013 by Jim Cohn.
Video clip
from The Making of Venerable Madtown
Hall, copyright © 2013 by Jim Cohn.