Saturday, May 30, 2009

that's the difference between you and me

One Interpretation of Your Silence
By Bob Hicok

Probably I hurt your aesthetic feelings.
How I said a thing, how I held a lamp
to the night. These should walk without us--
words, the dark--is perhaps your view
of existence. I can't know,

you provide no puppet theater,
no tumbling routine for me to engage
in spirited discourse. That a face
comes with every body, and a body
with every name, makes it seem

like we're the same species,
when a cursory kissing shows how multiform
any one puckerer is. I'm sorry
I'm not the Wednesday or club sandwich
you expected, imagine my surprise

that you're not the world piece
I really do want, it's not just a thing
I say to the judges inspecting my cleavage.
If you'll try again I'll try again,
however trying we are. "To the puppies" is a phrase

I carry around in search of the context
in which shouting it will change everything.
If you have no such rip-chord, we really
shouldn't be seen together in public,
for you are the matter for which I

am the anti-matter, and as "Lost in Space"
showed us if it showed us nothing else,
it's not good for life when they meet,
and I want to do what is good for life,
because I want life to return the favor.

*What's the Difference - The Holloways


  1. anonymous hippopotamusJune 7, 2011 at 11:48 AM

    i don't know what to think of this. but i think i actually need to sit and read it slowly to understand what he's trying to say. honestly though i'm confused.

  2. i love this. you should come back and read it when you're not sleep deprived.