Dina and Dan: I Dont Care Mom and Dad Rock N Roll Makes Me Feel Like I Am Always About To Cry

Then in the tiniest passes

It’s first behind the sky, in the wind

Because that’s the plan they came up with

It’s the weather they have

And I moved along the roof

The air smelled like evening

Maybe a feeling like that

Imposing itself, my time overseas

Dripping through boughs

Long ago setting out,

Only to come by desire

The considerable façades of friends and evenings

Without knowing for what

But still elbowing for a spot to talk

And look, the hemline of Jillian’s shirt

Saddened the way you looked so desperately

At the young kids standing around

Wearing clothes

You no longer fit into, the same

Breasts on Sunday morning,

And in the vapid haze of middle age

The little sky hung watery

Shot through with steeples

I used to write poetry about moonlight

I braced myself but that was all I could do

Before I lost my balance, I went out

Headfirst, or sideways, the sound

Fell away as I fell and the sky flashed

In abstraction, I saw things

It’s always these and feeling so

I let go, I mean I really laid myself

Out, but did not mean to

Though I had long desired  

Its elegance, tumbled over the drain

Pipe into bushes along the garage.

You came running out, yelling, you fell

I told you, you were going to fall