Metapsychology
...the most poetic thing I've ever heard...
Brave, terrible parapraxis yesterday.
It's hard to disprove.
Do you know what I mean?
It's dreadfully subjective
But it makes for fascinating controversy.
I'd like to fly this stratified psyche
Way back over to the City.
You know everything I only want to.
Everything beyond me will not ever be enough
To outlive the City because
New York City is sacred!
But I can always dream.
You read it should I give it in, say
It's great, it is, I agree, I do... or want to
But modesty dictates
Here.
I want you to say it's great, I do, of course I do
No mistake on either part
But modesty is greater.
Well, you tell me to behave:
I'm angry
Then I'm not.
Now I'm in love.
Can one be in love with a concept?
I love a concept
Big enough
For a heart ten times the size of mine
Which isn't saying much
But still. I do.
So you tell me to behave
And I still don't know what to say
I'm ecstatic
Then I'm not.
I stare you down
Across a figure eight, you listen, you laugh,
You reiterate:
Behave:
We do behave, we do
We behave
Like neuroses
In love
But that's just okay
Because neurosis
Is sacred too.
...I tell her she's sacred...
Would you bless this for me? At a touch?
And she says, you know,
You're manic, don't you? You do!
The South pole.
I knew. I'm in love at the moment, please
Don't touch it. She says you paid...
Oh yes! For analysis. But how was I to know?
I tell her she could be a neurose with me.
She says she's sorely tempted.
I say she isn't. She says I'm right.
She knows what it is she's seeing.
But she meant it the first time too, I could tell...
You're not insane.
I say, of course!
It's unprofessional.
She says she's the professional.
I say, but I can always dream, can't I?
I think she understands.
Who knows, I might be justified in this;
Heaven forbid. Oh! What is divine!
...bells and chimes...