Electricity Bill
10/09 2023
What is this feeling which chips away at my breast?
From moments of well-deserved rest;
To the test I pass without worry (though I'm far from the best);
In solemn bars & Chinese restaurants in the Midwest;
Through fireworks on New Years eve (now supressed);
Before old memories of drunken hurrahs, later confessed.
I've never been to Barcelona before,
And I've never been a stranger,
And many roads lead here,
And I don't know anybody here,
And it's dark here (I forgot to pay my electricity bill),
And I'm talking to no one in particular,
What am I even saying?
You left last week, and I'm pretty sure I miss you.
Before I bought my first mohair suit I met him at the street.
We talked of childhood dreams,
How his doctor was younger than him,
And he asked about everybody else,
And I say I can't even remember their names.
We part ways. I go to greet Shakespeare at the bar,
He explains to me why Cleopatra killed herself.
After I went to the movies alone
I grabbed you as you turned to leave.
We spoke of Barcelona; of ol'Andaluz.
And it is dark here, "I didn't pay my bill" I say.
You say not to worry, your eyes tell the rest.
And your hair glistens from the streetlight outside
And we listened to ourselves fight,
But none of us courageous enough to ask why.