Mid-Poem
In
the winter alley’s crystal darkness I wept
Listening
to a song about American drug death,
My
reserves uncoiling.
I
backed myself against brick
While
she played billiards in extreme unknowing.
The
night pooled onward, this
Christian
dimness ripe with unusual eviscerations.
I
wish I knew her better.
Oh for
a local Noc list, open the door. She can’t
Compare
to what I had found installed in her room
When
she wasn’t there.
And
furthermore.
And
I staggered into an engagement with Cinema
Wanting
to share what I had discovered with her.
She
touched me appropriately on the arm and
Tried
convincing me that all would be psychologically
Decent.
What
was the secret of sunlight? We
Wouldn’t
know in the back what we hoped to
Conquer.
I returned to the bar/arcade. And
My
face had been concealed by tribes of snow.
She
wrote too, but not as much. Did she like living?
We
blasted away at the previous together while I
Made
payments to forgetting. Tim had a talk with
His
woman that she’d heard thanks to me. She listened.
I
asked her to listen. And listening she heard the aura.
Communicating
through typed words found she
Couldn’t
be accessed in that way.
Bastards
buried in the unofficial snow. She was passed around
And
hugged. She drank with us and obliterated feeling.
With
her I became pictures. And we bunched ourselves
Together
as friends if friends we were. She laughed mid-wave,
Her
colorfully stocking’d thigh pushed out like euphoria’s island.
Would
reading the same things she’d read broach a kind of
Alternative
kiss, sidelining what she’d told me with friendly fire?
I
would never find out. Oh I must have been solved.
Happiness
pulped
To
a time-honored standstill. And we spoke more, and had shared
Interests
though we could never be together, yet that was not
The
reason I left. It would be maybe, in our future. Consequences
Dribbled
and draped over the her she was becoming for me. Out of
The
blue then, I walked up alongside her. And I elected to speak.
Hosannas
Wet
flesh,
A
fire on your privacy
Kicked
up one shiv
And
globes were fallen and sucked.
Evil
music bathed us
On
top of you where I had moved.
The
you I needed wanted me back
But
you were the wrong you. So I
Moved
to Abilene.
Grab
them there, and collect.
---
Ample Problems
I
am a film critic.
You
didn’t know there were
Different
ways of approaching
The
art. We together make
Your
experience brighter.
We
hate each other and I stand alone.
So
many films, how can they be
Reviewed
in a timely manner befitting
Their
heedless rush out the door? I love
The
bad ones. They need me and I
Don’t
know what to do with them except
Praise
their dented incongruities.
I
chase you at the movies.
Walking
down 2nd Avenue I brushed
Sandpaper
out of my eyes and stood
In
truth at the corner of Store and Store. There
Were
no interlopers at the spots where I tried to think
And
while I didn’t know a soul I
Made
it easier for myself to stroll after idle gardens.
When
it becomes clear I’ll know. We checked with them.
Certainly
the ottoman was becoming unstitched, and yet—
Yet—I
forewarned you about stalling. It was a bad note.
We
the jury find the defendant sexy.
And
we thought there was a possible
Exposure
in that. What I found were more movies than you would
think
There
were in the bucket. Tons. And I took them,
Absorbed,
into my neon chest. Where they thrive to this day.
There
at the bottom
Lurks
a problem even Griffith
Couldn’t
solve with his awe
And
power.
---
Supreme St.
If
I could stop writing about this person
I’d
make the effort. Lord knows they would appreciate
It.
And my only reader wouldn’t mind. But alas
I
opened my freezer yesterday to find an entire boy
Waiting
to be dusted off and presented, he blinked
And
the plan was to set him free when The Group felt like bending.
Could
be a glen of sentences, all covering Pop Music. You
Really
must try them. The fashionably overheard were right
There
like a jar of pickles splintered and not presentable. You
Couldn’t
just let it breathe could you, well I can, and did.
He
kept writing to me asking about her health, and I lied
To
him, yes, but only to protect a love I thought was prominent
But
turned out to be counterfeit moonbeams.
So much of my life is oneiric and tinted.
Oh Jonesy,
did you survive? I can’t hold in rubber blood forever.
One
day this will all be annotated, and you’ll understand.
However
on the carriage ride it was his idea to kiss. And with
The
train I thought about getting off two stops before my
Obvious
departure space. Wouldn’t that be winsome. A
Saga
of warmth eluded me, which is exactly why the confession
Lacked
merit. There’s this problem I have now where I can’t do
The
assigned readings but I can read all the rest of the sun’s
Offerings.
Shoot me. Render it complete in its mystery.
Can
you untangle her tingle? I stole that. Forgiveness is an
Entity
this nation cannot get back, except though extradition. While
Her
gams were perfect, there was something inappropriate about her Refusal to share
them with the named monsters of the deep. Surrendering a grain of babble was
out of the question. Stop. I could
Find
a corrective. I wanted to press myself against you but instead Located your
college boyfriend and tortured your favorite joke out of Him. I was in Paris
when I unexpectedly dropped the ransom, which
Was
500 milligrams of shredded come. Keep following me if you like.
I
got a text from her saying she was hyper busy
And
even her closest
Friends
didn’t know where she was, it was final, I wasn’t in the
Mood
to respond but still I did because I’m like that, a “nice” guy,
Though
really this didn’t take, she was out of control but free, too, and
Enthusiasms
coalesced and swallowed logic, which painted reanimated
Flowers
like they were Emmanuel. Everyone made pictures in 2005. His Poetry
Was
late to the party though.
Took
me fifty plays to see the song’s beauty, and agog I tried
To
sleep in but breakfast beckoned and I ate wishing I was eating
With
the creator of Blue Afternoon but I
was a couple decades too late.
In
America, the city remained unpublished. We have a funny Relationship, the girl
and I, she explores and I can’t shut up. Understanding is important in
alliances, sure, but what if obsession
Trumps
blindness? What it means is I’m in love with a delusion. Of Course. I think
really the problem was she had three first names, and
That
was why she fucked him and left him for one of those Silicon
Valley
poindexters and he only stopped coming to me about the trauma one year
later.
I
should buy a house by the river. Worked for him. We could use Telescopes to
watch each other sleep there, and while beauty fades
The
auditorium still separates us by years and I had been blocked
Yet
thankfully it was reversed. The other one guessed at a porn site
And
I’m lucky I escaped with my balls. That family was weird.
While
on Supreme Street it was required by law that you walked around
On
stilts. Never could get accustomed. Damn things were bait for cats. On the
other hand she wore black masks that should have been mistaken for a death
aesthetic. I swear she looked like a phantom right out of a Feuillade serial.
We have
To
have sex like yesterday.
