smithereen

two times me – two times you
ten times you – ten times you

now you'll listen to this -
with your gorgeous full-blown heart
i speak for you and your mind's carnal eye
i use all the forms of failure to know you

to find your frail ear
here they are -
in a séance of the real
of fibres, devices and desires

one hundred times me – one hundred times you
one thousand times me – one thousand times you

can you see them?
they're warm, moist and manifold
as small as this, all over the place -
like a black pearl in an ocean of light
submarine memories with no place, nothing to hide

together they make up the world's
last, loose autograph -
they've made you mad
they're as beautiful as we've ever had.
on the t.v. i've heard them called
a smithereen…

one million times me – one million times you
endless times me – endless times you