h. & earth
she lives on Sundays & nectarines
I'm
an end to her means
somewhere in tangled ivy
light breaks o' the balcony
climbing through
this Paris morning
& a volume of Keats
have you seen
her shampooed hair
a flag
down to there
beyond that blue-bird tattoo
Hieroglyphics
flashing
at intervals
—I might be a dumb old world
but I may just shake you off
like a collie
coming out of a pond
you're so proud of the deals you've struck
with your devils & your technology
I'd like to have you meet my good friend
who goes by the name of gravity
so we will see, won't we?
when all the buildings and bullshit
are tossed into space
only tre es & flowers
will stick like glue
as for the rest of you
take a deep breath, hold it in
you might make it to the moon
in all your years here
how many times I drew
clouds
of hope in hieroglyphics But
you didn't look up
so —enjoy the silence...
how were we Ever
the way we were? so
caught up
I remember
it stayed with me today &
robbed me of last night
my arms around that
impossible love
you're still full length in the dressing room mirror
those images you left in there
& how I'm not able to
walk outside or go anywhere
we
pulled so close together
i felt you breathe through your skin
so close
i can't reach that
again
your motion
your time & some vista
but that was
fearless with
crazy energy &
you & me
younme
we
you and me
you and me
how we knew and went ahead
how we knew and you
went ahead...
I've been ghostwriting today, looking over my shoulder
running to catch up
and twisting free
you'd be
sleeping shotgun
for a thousand miles
Now there's medicine-man bones and madame x
Monday to Friday and all that mess
but you're
some yesterday morning
the
thief of Baghdad
in cotton pants
—for all the diamonds
Gold! and broken glass
spread across Queen Anne's bed
there is
an engraving on a single
rusted bracelet
cut from my heart
i can still feel it
the way cat spirits hover, afraid of the
silver crucifix on your black dress or—
the finely draped sanctuary of your last address
