[today is a poem]

ARCHITECTURE

Each cloud wants to be a storm
My tap water wants to be a river
The match wants to be an explosive
Each reflection wants to be real

Each joker wants to be a comedian
Each breeze wants to be a hurricane
Each drizzled rain wants to be torrential
Each laugh wants to come from the belly instead of the throat
Each yawn wants to hug the sky

Each kiss wants to be penetrative
Each piss wants to be a water spurter
Each handshake wants to be a love hug

Dont’t you don’t you don’t you see
How close we are to torrents and explosions and all
things out of control

Each wave wants to be a smooth stroke on the forehead
Each cry wants to be a scream
Each carefully pressed suit wants to be creased
Each melting icicle wants to be a glacier

Each mad,midnight frost wants to be a snow-drift
Each mother wants to be a close friend
Each enemy wants to kill you and drink your blood
Each nighttime wants to strangle the day
Each scar wants to grow so you remember
Each broken piece of plate wants to lodge in the centre flesh of your knee

Don’t you don’t you don’t you see
Each wave wants to be tidal
Each subtext wants to be a title
Each winter wants to be the big freeze

Each summer wants to be a drought
Each autumn brown wants to be a burning cold
Each polite disagreement wants to be a vicious denial
Each diplomatic smile wants to be a one-fingered tribute to tactfulness

Don’t you don’t you don’t you see how close we are to
Torrents and explosions and all things out of control

- L. Sissay