Some of my favourite non-English films

You spoke to me and
I talked but I was always thinking of you each time you speak, really
and of that time you had asked,

then you wore loose clothing and always a thin white tshirt
your laced up shoes scuffed down an 8pm phoenix tarmac

It was Tuesday
or Wednesday, one of those times I saw you enough to
not remember you
or think about you

'How old are you?'
'18,' I had said

Thinking of it and writing of it now
Youth then was nothing but dust
a shameless episode of trying to magnify
eventuality
sexuality
personality

Yet all it mastered was
the culmination of nothingness
ignorance everyone saw but yourself

what happens when you grow old too young

When will you learn, when will you ever learn, sometimes even after you have the last say, it might still blow up in your face, when will you learn your own happiness, your own clarity and God isn't in the hands of another man because when he leaves it will all dissolve, alongside you with it

with it
with it all

10 Jan 2010