London 2012

There's nothing to do in this fucking city
except go to bars where my friends play music,

All of the televisions in all of the bars make me think of you.

I always imagine that you're shaving your beard

with your straight razor and brush And soon
you'll be critically eyeing yourself in your mirror 

one eyebrow raised, head turning left and right
as you comb your hair away from your face.

But that's why I like television, 

because it makes me think of you,

I know that whatever I'm watching is playing on a set somewhere near you

Even if you are not watching it

maybe your next door neighbor is

and they are close to you. 

Inspired, I pull my eyes away from the bar television and

I look for a picture to appear among the staged musicians 

I think about the pictures you will take this winter, when you will have snow

I imagine they will be stark but beautiful, impressive

blue and white with skeletal trees

You will know snow this winter and I will not

I bet experiencing a regular, annual snowfall 

is something that can really change a person. 

I yearn the most for things I can imagine but never possibly know

like a youth spent in Ohio or how good the music was at my parent's wedding.