brown paper bag and a fire for one
in the cold
cold
porch
backlit with home.
Bob Dylan is telling everyone I break just like a little girl.
I’m singing along, though.
I’m dancing along, though. And
I’m wishing he hadn’t left even though
it’s good he did.
Paint a scary man down and
wash him over
white
white
white.
He now lives trapped in a [rainbow] prison
forever, forever.
“your mother needs some color” and
my intuition needs some tuning,
I see-
ee- ee.
Calling names and humming tunes,
“your name wasn’t on the list.” [A good thing, now.]
And I only want to do it again.
I get where it starts
NOW,
and I see my end and my beginning flooding
together
in this room
on this floor
in this rug
NOW.
Isn’t it all together
now? Yeah, Beatles, all together now.
Move
move feet and
swing
back hips I feel
nice! now
now now! now
and I can only watch myself as I go;


ken was right,
“it’s your movie, but
we can only watch our movie”—we can’t live IN it.
Moments pass fast
fast so
I can only watch myself
paint this
color and
write this
word and
move this
foot and
sing
sing along.
Control is not something I care for, however, so
I’m living,
I’m watching,
I’m going
with the movie.
I didn’t die this time, I say
to him, and
I’m feeling it now
now! now NOW.
Always
one step further,
always
one thing more, and
I’m all together

now.