The Pursuit of Poetry
Once you have become a drug addict
you will never want to be anything else
Dransfield
It's late afternoon. It's always late afternoon.
Take what you will want. Walk out the door.
Walk towards the setting sun. Of course it means
turning away from the people you are leaving
with cold eyes, unamenable cold eyes.
Never say goodbye.
Now you have walked out of the house where everything
means too much. Now you are walking up the street until
you don't know where you are. Abandon what you thought
you wanted to take. You are becoming unclean forgetting
the passwords walking like dancing talking without meaning
back under the moon you never thought you'd see again speaking
in a voice you haven't heard in a long while
guessing lamp post guessing moon something
jerks twitches flutters something falls down -
there is the next front door right there.
It's very important to walk towards the setting sun.
And to never tell where you have been. What you have done.
—Jennifer Compton
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from Blue published by Ginninderra Press (2000)