There was hardly a breath of silence,
even though your hair kept falling
over your face,
and you kept saying you would pass out,
but still talking,
and I wanted you never to stop.
You have me read already,
so I am grasping to keep up,
and retelling the story of Virgo
and the High Priestess in my head.
Interrogator!
I can translate for you the utmost
sloppiness in my poetry,
I can give you the moments that wrote it
in all its careless haste,
and why I said “haste” instead of “quickery”,
which is made-up,
and harnesses red underlines,
but is still more interesting
than “fast”.
Virgos are such bitches. They’re always underlining everything in red. 😉
Or painting towns with it…
This is one of the best summaries, I feel — http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PZyZJnrBQV4. Yours is equally good. Promise. 😉
Because you ask “why?” Ordinary listeners hardly ever do.
I wonder if poets need to be…
Good poets, like you. Eager imagination alone won’t cut it, if it doesn’t hearken to something recognizably real.
Perhaps. I like it when people talk and I can understand their souls…
I think you must be an extraordinary listener.
why?
Wonderful! A poem mentioning Virgo–I am one, and love the mention without calling one anal, exactly.
Are you? You must be incensed about my lackadaisical approach to our poem…i’m sorry!
Never, never. Just call me lacks-a-daisy. That will be my Iroquois name.
Okay!
I like your word analysis at the end. I also like that you don’t split infinitives.
thank you, you made me smile
Sufi…Aren’t all things “made up words.” Virgo and Sloppiness, hmmm? What an interesting opposite pull…
indeed…
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quickery sounds so much better than haste !
right?
I always liked speedy the most.
that could be good…
…what author wanna say with this one…?
I didn´t quite understand it…
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If you want to reveal out a meaning of the song…
Oh no, that’s your job!