Untitled Orchard

Hain - Orchard 28,5 x 38,5 cm

UNTITLED

Relatively coherent streams of thought

interrupted by a reluctant encounter

with the telephone: another day of distractions

inaugurated this time by a marketing survey.

Later, I’d swear that the man on one knee

on the balcony opposite my kitchen window

is not tying a shoe lace but making an offer of marriage

to some girl standing in the shadows, and I think she’s

smoking something, and he looking up at her as if she were

a fresco on the ceiling of paradise so lovely it’s almost

unbearable to behold, and there’s this bluesy trumpet intro by Miles Davis

prowling around in the back courtyard

like the ultimate cool cat himself, the main man

in an Italian suit and sunglasses, and I have the feeling that it’s

1956 all over again. Which can’t be right. So I put a small pot of water on to boil 

and try to figure out what I should

do next. The British would make tea,

the hungry boil an egg. I decide to let

the water cook till “I Wants to Stay Here” kicks in,

then propose marriage to the evening who’s 

slouching towards me right now, darkening, and faintly perfumed

by two damp poplars and a blossoming lime-tree. I won’t get

on my knees for anyone. That’s way too Jane Austen. But it sure is getting hot. 

 Miles Davis - Generique