Apostrophe

I--------I---I-I

have become

comfortably numb

Galadriel--you like Meow Mix

Time and time and bottles of wine

and trumpets and fanfare and mist and gold fire

And triumphs disasters wild victories defeat

you're here and you're gone and you're her and you're him

and I haven't the slightest

the first damn idea just who in the hell

when you're gone

yet again

It's becoming annoying

I often find myself holding conversations with you

at two in the morning when work has run a little

late and this would be fine except that I'm

all alone with a vacuum pump

Flirting with specters of pleasure and pain

that course through my blood and are banished again

until season or passion or paramour change

and about all I'm sure of are poetry frisbee

and playing guitar and not one of them

cuts it

Not quite

So after four years of looking I find that

all I'm sure of is just what you're not

and what I can't have

and I guess that I'll play by your rules if

I must

and just keep on singing

Pink Floyd

to my cat

Christopher J. Cramer

October 1985