Good evening from a dreamy
day, an ethereal evening,
and then, tonight, you ran away
with all of the mercy, all of our
photographs, all of the good
and, worst of all, you ran from
that of you who was, well, you.
Who was you. (?) Who is you?
I mean, what I thought I knew
has to be irrelevant, miniscule,
yet you is something that, to
me, was always clear, or, well,
only occasionally somewhat
murky. Whatever the case is,
or was, whatever I knew, I know
now that I did not, no. The
new know is irrevocably no,
is irrevocably wrong, and it just
ain’t right. It’s paradoxical and
not the least bit paradisical. It’s
as wrong as a particularly jolly
Santa speaking his ho ho hos
when the vinyl is spinning
backwards, which would
be counterclockwise, I believe.
With those purported ‘satanic’
messages on certain albums
from the 1970’s. Yes, I believe
the incorrect way for a vinyl
to spin, or the correct way
to spin it incorrectly, would
be counterclockwise. But
then again, it seems
to me that I’ve
pretty much always
been wrong about
what’s right.
