“Be warned in time, James, and remain, as I do, incomprehensible: to be great is to be misunderstood.”
— Oscar Wilde, Letter to James McNeill Whistler
Out on the Tiles
Why are you doing that?
(music playing in the background)
Are you listening to me?
(the low hum of machinery buzzes beneath surface)
Something strange is going on.
When will it change?
(is it crickets or spring peepers?)
This tinnitus makes me crazy.
(the moon is melting, the dream diseased)
You’re gone but it lingers on.
What did you do with your eyes?
(a bad chord progression)
Why do you conceal what I already know?
(the stains still remain)
I’ve sunk beneath the waves.