You’ve Lost Me (poem)
You’ve Lost Me
Might a laugh be excused
Only let play and withdrawn a second after
Only the news a second time
Making chapter two in the book of failed tries
Ironed flat between stronger signals
the man who shrieked old one who consoled
the flickering intercom I’m sorry
think then might the pulse of these sink gentle
and lay themselves just blanketing
Across the sea where whinny and cackle
About a scattering of fries
Some gulls at sisters and rivals
So along this beach
Two figures stroll
One searching for expression says
Don’t worry
I’m not worried
They’ll get it straightened out
They won’t
We’re out too far
Too far abroad too far from home too far to fall
You’ve lost me
Yes, it was the gulls
Dictation also coming in excess of noise
It would be fine and not so painful
Befitting now the attitude is fateful
To stir, to spin the globe
As masters of great weaponry in secret do
As pusillanimous self-loathers
Fancy in hollow hearts the ill to come
And the dim religion of dimensional immortality
Allow them this gift’s bestowal
On the liberated envied.
You’ve Lost Me
Drimoct
The Cook (part two)
(2018, Stephanie Foster)