"...and the coat walked alone" (New poem, 2022/01/05)

behold
I don't feel like trapped, she said
I feel liberated
through you and art and music
it's love? I'm not sure
but it's close to feeling...

...Cream, and I feel
fine
in the current of MIDI solos
spider guitars
their webs of noise

there are cups filled with wine and coffee
there are voices in the morning
dew and snow and frozen leaves
behold
the dream zone

in the flesh
there are terrible news
just turn the TV on
you'd be surprised
by daily doses of terror

so you're lucky
in your little houses
and I'm lucky
in mine
to have something to eat
and enough to pay the rent

the landlady's nice
she even tolerates your music

I feel, she said, obliged to space
and nothing else
in the full spectrum of liberation
through books
and films
which aren't liberation
just someone else's fascinations
imposed on us

Beware! She said to invisible flowers
death will pick you up

Stop! She said to invisible horses
...and the coat walked alone