Georg lifted his pale blue inside
oystershell blueishwhite eyes towards him
he could see their light fade
I
was gonna say. Georg said
Yah
Yah
You were going to say
Ya gonna say
Georg pointed an index finger like
the barrel of a revolver at his skull
It’s
tucked away in there. Safe and sound.
Tucked it into your Rolodex
as he motionedtwisted his wrist made a fluttering sound twisted againfluttered twisting fluttering
The Rolodex you havent either alphabetised or titled your thoughts
again twisting
his wristmaking a fluttering sound
It’s there. Eventually I’ll find
it.
But not in time for this
conversation
Yes. Likely not in time for this
conversation.
Or in other words
Lost
Misplaced.
Semanticsshesh
1545, Saturday,
22 5. 21
1411, SunnyDay,
23 5. 21
Sinatra High Hopes
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A_HvBDorpzE