Sunday, 8 November 2015

Idea

I fall in love
with ideas
all the time:
quantum mechanics, you, communism.

You're just a figure
of my speech.

...

Darling,
this poem is not for you. It's
for the idea of the idea of you.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Ideas can be so all consuming at times..

Bug said...

They are the crutch of my existence.