wrote a rough rough sketch of this several years ago, just after college i guess. revised slightly here today. here’s a link to the poem, one of my all-time favorites: http://www.bartleby.com/198/1.html
the re-reading of The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock
the silence after
roars like a night train
it shakes the house so
that Eliot and I
curled in our green tea
must turn twice, and again
i sense your
presence absent
who to guess that nothing
could be so heavy to move
the weight of all that air
blowing precarious
to and fro, to and fro
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