“La Règle du jeu”

oil, emails, IM’s and texts
videos and bandwidth
floods and chemistry
it’s 5am again
and i still miss you

“And do you feel scared - I do
But I won’t stop and falter
And if we threw it all away
Things can only get better.”

the waiter brought matzo ball soup with rice
and an order of potato pancakes with sour cream and apple sauce.
i had my notebook and a copy of truffaut’s “the films in my life.”
he was talking about chaplin.

“Perhaps the greatest artists are those who would simultaneously resolve their own problems and those of the public.”

i wrote a poem and ate my soup.

i was crying with the clouds
i was singing with rain
i was feeling lots of things
that i could not explain
broken hearts fill up
to spill up and grow up
experience matures
and ripens with age
for the players and the played
indeed on a stage
people are strange
and like the weather
they change
i’ve seen the beauty
reflected in tears
and the spirit of the earth
has cleansed all my fears
there’s a new wave rising
coming forth to carry me home
where i want to be
pick me up and turn me round
this must be the place

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