VINYL POETRY

Volume 1, August 2010

BIRDIE
Ben MirovView Contributor’s Note

Ribbon

I’ve spent all night with these words inside me and now here they are like snowmelt. Like a long dark slipstream of mistakes trailing out of the future into the abyss of the of of of of of of of of of of of of of Are you still there? I’m a little surprised you didn’t hang up. I spend so much time whispering into the ear at the center of the labyrinth. I forget other people. Standing at the edge of an amorphous blue feeling ringed round by what did Keats say? I can never remember. Though I carry it with me wherever I go. Like the simile. Like the symmetry I give the mirror. If you’re still listening Put me somewhere safe. Put yourself to sleep.