Dreaming In the Focus

Can't I quit you?
I don't want to think about you.
I don't want to think about it.
I don't want to long
for your touch, like Lucinda Williams.
I don't want this at all.

I just lost the thread.
 I had it and I was slowly reading the words like a stockbroker looking at the small paper coming out of a dictograph machine. 

That's right!

I don't want to quit you.
I must.
So, I stuff my ears with headphones

And the music moves in me like a snake.

Sliding up and down my spine in

figure eight ringlets.
 The energy it takes to block 

thoughts of you.

 It's getting easier.