“Fragments of an Inevitable Collapse“
(for David Foster Wallace)
Haunted enchantment —
that glimmer in your eye
was terribly soothing.
You could’ve kept those storms
to yourself. Your clashing
hurricanes, your war tornadoes.
It didn’t take long — you started
to scare me, your mouth never matched
your facial expression.
You tried, but you never
could read me. If I’m a machine,
I need an update,
or better yet, a re-working
of my chromosomal code.
But instead, I’m left behind,
an abandoned instrument —
I’ll go on unplayed
when the music dies eventually.
Note: Title borrowed from “Infinite Jest” by David Foster Wallace.