dirty


someplace so far from where

                           I imagined

down a whirlpool

around my better judgment

along a slim chance


testing the grave


her little lamb

made the children laugh and play


vagabond angel

Hesperian dream —I was

walking

unlikely to

meet a

distraction, worse for the wear &


flying low


something i had to do

that sounded suspiciously

like nothing

the otherwise

& everlasting

uncertainty of


flying   —she started to say something


If I was then how I am now

If this was then

And then was now

let me explain…


If she knew when

how I know now

Well…


we were slipping away from

the revival

pulling up stakes on a cold

monday

my darling high strung        —fresh

from the great speckled northern forest

whispering though trees

                        her songs of leaving

(& the respect she'd didn't get from) him

singing

           right there on the dirty sidewalk

about love and simple heartbreak

those black & white movies


she knows better then I


she would not let me by


she took me

to her world last night

her dreams are

becoming

our daughter

half-human half-divine

in Shakesphere's verse

and Shelly time

yes

—to sleep, to be

this morning

where we'd been sent to discover


                 the pauper's child found the Chara brooch

                 & wanders by the sea


waiting

to

speak softly, I had


everything i knew stuffed into a sunburst tangerine

LAngeles and

DEcember calling

DArk feather beds

solar warning


who knows the word Monet describes?