Returning
what world would I write if
I were to write today?
perhaps minute details: peppermint tea leaves in the sink
or the days sounds:
shrieking engines
sounds
of the sugar plant
scrap
metal being sifted
Charles calls to see if Im o.k.
making notes of names of people Ive met
that Im sad I never got to know
hey I know him
we sat around the same beer tables
he knew my face when I knew his
or Im sure shell remember my name
but not the body it belongs to
old
gray heads of wisdom
I wish Id siphoned a little off of
or great young bodies that might have
held some excitement in the holding of
regrets:
a sign of age
or innocence?
to
move more deeply into mystery
using
knowledge to be innocent again
Id
seal the ocean into a translucent bubble
blown
by a two year old
and
popping on a dogs ear
1:35 a.m.she said I dont want to see those 2 ever again
she was incensed because we wouldnt talk about the spirituality of Bob
Dylan instead of footballI guess if we can get the zebra in and Porky
the professional
boyfriend Jim will perform his primal scream into a pillowcats on
the road to food
whoredom lick the countertopsBuddhas gotten bigger
by self advertisingthrew up on the Persian rugyes Ill flush it
they really need
zebras, they need silver and gold zebras and giraffesFrance is like
Connecticut
thats all I need, to come home everyday to a 4 foot gypsy woman
watching
forever
still
life as fetish
a
camera eroticizes space
smoke from the Domino Sugar Plant
sirens and buzzers from the Domino Sugar Plant
list
#1: Sugar, Popcorn, Gingerale and butter too
list
#2: Marlboro, Newport, Winston, Benson &
Hedges
Gold, Salem 100s, Tootsie Rolls
taking successive time-lapsed photos
of a stolen red Buick
slowly disassembled
each night
for a month
leaving empty carcass
theres a glass dome over New York City
intensifying daymares
blood from a bald mans head
watching Puerto Rican couple embracing
pretty hooker in black on Kent Avenue
says: Good mominghave a nice Sunday
whats the matter? not much. end of subject.
next Tuesday you can vote for a Liberal
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I took my staff and swept the sky from blue to all colors of the spectrum
and I rode a multi-colored magic carpet with the wind waving goodbye.
stained glass
window bayed
behind his head
a holy meeting
a sermon of poets
head silhouetted
voices reverberating
walls holding echoes
we watch hands gesticulating
feel breath in and out
flies lite in hair
I woke up and then they all
died
each morning consecrate yourself to be dependent
becoming
black leather knights courtesan
returning
many
well-known and half-known faces rest here for me
I feel safemy body secure and sure
on
the dangerous streets and trains of Brooklyn
thinking of my old knight in shining black leather
walking
in a mid-day downpour
leaning in Nightbreak he asks have you ever wanted a tattoo?
there are slacks out there hanging like sets of venetian blinds
because
we have languagea peculiar relationship
separation
or settling is a normal occurrence
language
is the parasite the poem invades
for a miner of huge dark plums in subway atriums
this
is perfect music for a snowstorm
how does a human being fulfill the role of
Mother
Goose in a burning palazzo
with
transposed heads
many spirits hide in the corners of our houses
because
they are not round
the baby boas been out for two days now
drumming
heartbeats in the background
summoning
Laurie Andersons sado-masochistic
narcissistic
adolescent rituals
romance
is always violence
we
are ever-post-modern people
AMERICA
WAS BUILT BY TEAM WORK
says a recent TV commercial
she looks like shes
walking through a cow pasture
she looks like shes uncomfortable in shoes
she looks like shes always falling out of her clothes
they
love slipping and sliding from her body
shes
clinging-yielding-grasping
shes the softer one
she moves slowly
she loves to laugh, to giggle
all
speech beginning with a quick intake of breath
mouth
lingering over vowels
and
snapping at the consonants
words
tangled in that languid accent
shes the body
and shes the other one
the quieter one
a
small tight face
she thinks before she speaks
she moves deliberately
always
shes well put together
shes mystery
shes the illusion
shes a deep well
shes the mind
we all have longings and desires
which we try to satisfy
in this world with sensual pleasures
if
you thirst come to me
even
so I am constant in my affection for you
only a bundle of myrrh is what world I wouldnt be
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