You’re not supposed to be here
Not supposed to be looking for me
This is the poor side of silence
This is the white noise
of the abandoned appliance
This is The Captivity
You need details
You need the name of a street
You’re not supposed to be here
in the Name of G-d
You’re waiting for me again
Waiting at the mouth
of the Tunnel of Love
But where is the cold little river
Where is the painted boat
If only the hummingbird
would sip at your desire
If only the green leaves
could use your longing
If only a woman were looking
over your shoulder
at a map of the Eternal City
It seems that nothing can take you away
from this odd memorial
Nothing that’s been made or born
separate you from
the fiction of my absence
All the Messiahs are with me in this
You’re not supposed to be here
All the Messiahs agree
You’re not supposed to be looking for me