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.