Alexandrins

Meet me tonight in a place that doesn't matter
Beneath the fog forgotten by curious winds
Shielded by knee-high weeds where no one needs to mow
Under the four-leaf clover of the overpass
Or along the chain link infinity at the
Water treatment plant where we can see forever
How can you forget that view of endless nothing
Maybe by the drought-stricken spring of Pilger Ruh
A half mile hike off of PA 501
Let me take you there so we can rest like pilgrims
Meet me in a place they won’t think to look at all
Speak to me in words they can’t bother to translate
Dans la friche urbaine nous devenons des fauves
Et je t’aurais et tu m’aurais et je t’aurais
Words that don’t matter to anyone in this sea
Let us float away on the knowledge that nothing

The endless nothing and no one and nowhere can
be wrong when we kiss