Questions for You
What was there to do?
And so I -- I forget. I what? Stole the bluejay?
I loved you without a future, without an image,
without reference What do you
represent, what are you a copy of?
Where is the dragon that David dreamed he drove?
But what is closure when we are so open
and what is lack of closure
when we are so close?
Do you think if the Erectheum could not last than this no will last?
Who was the sleeper?
Who lived in the shoe?
I know that I love the verb not to know. Do you love it?
Dazzled by absence, by your chair, the chair of Salome?
Men call this pleasure
like a place of rapport
But it -- is it bliss
to juggle the body
like a house with great pain persuaded to stand?
Do you believe in this fabulous affair?
Your hair falls like an inventory on your breast
Fine, in what sense fine? Hmm?
In the house one asks, Whose house is this, is it mine?
Cricket,cricket,
aren't you afraid
that you're really too loud?
I saw the red bird too
But where's its wing?
When shall we wake to the recession of dreams?
When will my love come and shut my eyes and kiss them as though we
played
two parts in a comedy?
'
But how did the spiders come out of the ditches
and how did the men
come out of the houses
at the end of the winter
into a soft night?
What are they killing
the sick men for
They are really on fire
How long have I known you, so beautiful
and not told you about it
It's morning. Dawn has brought the ships out., Dawn
keeps breaking our ships--
What was there to do?
And so I -- I forget. I what? Stole the bluejay?
I loved you without a future, without an image,
without reference What do you
represent, what are you a copy of?
Where is the dragon that David dreamed he drove?
But what is closure when we are so open
and what is lack of closure
when we are so close?
Do you think if the Erectheum could not last than this no will last?
Who was the sleeper?
Who lived in the shoe?
I know that I love the verb not to know. Do you love it?
Dazzled by absence, by your chair, the chair of Salome?
Men call this pleasure
like a place of rapport
But it -- is it bliss
to juggle the body
like a house with great pain persuaded to stand?
Do you believe in this fabulous affair?
Your hair falls like an inventory on your breast
Fine, in what sense fine? Hmm?
In the house one asks, Whose house is this, is it mine?
Cricket,cricket,
aren't you afraid
that you're really too loud?
I saw the red bird too
But where's its wing?
When shall we wake to the recession of dreams?
When will my love come and shut my eyes and kiss them as though we
played
two parts in a comedy?
'
But how did the spiders come out of the ditches
and how did the men
come out of the houses
at the end of the winter
into a soft night?
What are they killing
the sick men for
They are really on fire
How long have I known you, so beautiful
and not told you about it
It's morning. Dawn has brought the ships out., Dawn
keeps breaking our ships--
Can I tie your hair again?
-- David Shapiro
