Mitch

You were writing a book about the Norman invasion
I was writing songs to keep me calm
we had several talks about motives of creation
when we’d meet at Dave’s house
when the nights were still long
I had no idea about your intentions,
no hope to guess the scope of dimensions
dramatic plans for a quiet man
an architect of nihilism
You put on your white tuxedo
adjusted your cummerbund and tie
you walked down to Harvard sq
on Yom Kippur
I got your email
and I got the attachment
but you never got to read my reaction
you were already lying in front of the chapel
when I sent my reply
You were looking for
all encompassing meaning
a thesis steers off
with no one there intervening
searching for a narrative
beyond context no one can see
You put on your white tuxedo
adjusted your cummerbund and tie
You loaded your 38
on Yom Kippur
why is that meaningless?
how is it nihilism?
dig a hole in woods and jump in
how could you search for so long without company?
why couldn’t you let somebody in?
You were writing a book about the Norman invasion
I was writing songs to keep me calm
we had several talks about motives of creation
when we’d meet a Dave’s house
when the nights were still long
You put on your white tuxedo
adjusted your cummerbund and tie
you walked down to Harvard sq
the seat of academia
Harvard sq
you walked down to Harvard sq
on the day of your atonement
Harvard sq
you walked down to Harvard sq
on Yom Kippur