All She Left Me Was a William Burroughs Novel

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Looking out a summer window
wondering where it’s all gone
coming up with distances
falling through a prism like a song

Sunlight plays over the Spanish wall
a dragon shaped cloud moves
toward the Guatemalan moon
like it’s got something to prove

There’s an impossibility here
you know it cannot be denied
every time you change your mind
you take me on a derelict ride

Musta been a gypsy demon
that pulled you away
they say you were sighted
you had just gone astray

Now across the last ridge
river birds chatter
lone cars cross the green bridge
there are no rules
this ain’t no game
win or lose, the penalty’s the same

When the fire’s gone
so is the song

Image credit:Yoann Boyer

I work with words, sounds and images to come up

with combinations that hopefully do justice to Socrates’

maxim of the whole being greater than the sum of its parts.

I do believe that the voice is a necessary part of the

full poetic experience, along with music and movement,

even if it’s a movement of the hands or eyes.