the Sun is going down.

the Sun is going down
in a house similiar to a Friend's
conversing with a memory
I go out to the Porch
I ask a question the memory a question
Unsatisfied with the response
It’s not here and cannot answer…
atmosphere is strange, clear, lucid… Blue
Something special in the light
Catastrophic.
Beautiful.

The Sun is going down.
Look up.
An explosion.
A rocket.
And the big apple.
An exploding ship.
And the orange sun Sister.
Blue. Twilight. Eclipse.
Don’t look up.

I get off with the memory
It’s answers do not satisfy me
But it’s voice is soft,
Enchanting
Friend you are upset.
Get honest with me.

You prey on people.
Like a hungry dog
You ask your questions
Bombard them with your questions
No time to respond.
Bombard them with intimacy
You have to give them time.
Those programs have made your tongue loose.
You ask your questions
Like a hungry dog
You ask
With no restraint
You prey.

But you must give it time.

Oh! I do?
Oh
It’s like with men
When they get sexual too fast.
You must give it time.

The Sun is down
It’s dark and late.
It’s raining outside.
We can’t talk outside.
Let’s go inside.
By the ice cream
On the couch
Where we can talk
Near the counter
A ticking.

We must give it time.