The Poetry Project

For Sunday April 7 2024

Marc Soloman

For Sunday April 7 2024
where was i oh the newspapers neither here nor there the lights are on speaking in
complete sentences are we even questions the day has worn itself out didn't i tell
you how can this be my voice in the silence no humor a tragedy can this be the
place for forgetting dreams how droll wander if you can in search of things to say
the stage can’t remain barren at this don’t repeat it put your foot down no not like that the writer of your obituary may die before you do that’s the newspaper try again to say what you mean or not traffic carries little weight at this hour and less light can you hear your arteries pulsing there is less to silence than meets the eye where
did you find that one are there any more no wait i was thinking don’t laugh
will you follow that one up without erasing the rest footsteps on the ceiling no comment if only we didn’t lie to ourselves or wish them on others the minds of the moralist such as no one speaks of in lands of x-ray detectors they call it entanglement because the end has no beginning and the beginning has been erased what question just like that out of nowhere rides on hesitation to consider less

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