the book went out the window

the book went out the window
and i went running after
you. don't just stand there maurice!
as i write by incandescent light.

i'm in a bind again, beasly.
your voice trails off into the distance...
outside the birds move slowly,
i am leaning forward with my head close to the ground,
studying the minutiae.
there's a girl beneath a tree
industriuosly turning the pages of a large, cloth-bound picture book.
your sweater's on the lawn.
i'm in a bind, again.
don't just stand there.

there's a voice wafting in
an open window. blue
songs are like tattoos....