My List - Alex Wisser

[Lawrence Robinson]

My List
 
I have written my list in Mandarins
 
Soaked it in tea
This gives it the age
that nothing possesses these days
 
On it I place all of the things
I want but are no longer available
 
Like empty shelves
These lines lead down the page
Into the impossibility of the smallest things
Sentimentality silences there
And cliche eats at the image
Of a white baby on a rocking horse
 
The sense of the peal
is a joke
Written by a drunk
In a car
On a road
At night
In the rain
 
It is my way of escaping this moment
And all of the things I don’t want
But have
 
 
	- Alex Wisser
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