hold go stop

yesternow floats like cotton from the rooftops
into here
morrownow drifts just out of reach off rooftops
out to there
inbetween rests the all

asking neither to be born nor to live
answering either the yes or the no
at times it seems so easy and complicated
the systems of it all

hearing the noises of the streets death
restless and sleepless because of the earths moaning below
building the next incarnation of its existence
without the choking interference of its partners

Divorce is on the table
we don’t get to keep the house
but we do get the children
having no place to go

in the loudness of this empty silence
the stillness of this dizzying place
nothing to hold onto
nothing to let go
stop

hear the tolling
clear the air for breathing
wash the water for bathing
dream in sleep for wakefulness