I.
I took the Bart yesterday and thought of you
riding bareback with the balm in the hand. He’s
mad, and yes, he’s
my brother mispronounced Rimbaud and Baudelaire
with little blue green strings in the sheets.
Call me shirtless, juggling
oranges in the kitchen is
Friday afternoon is getting things wrong is
stick your fingers down
my throat I don’t know, and you,
you look like a guitar too, but one made by Picasso. Oh think
you’re a piece of cake, huh?
They’re running down
across the water, watch for this.
II.
Then I became greedy there aren’t any
crab cakes in this painting the fury
fixation of do I dare disturb the universe? Well
I’m sitting like this, places get crowded
French stains on the pillows let it seep, won’t you let it
late for work. Here another
you down throwing countries,
get those bruises somewhere. Revival
the fittest orchid projects, imagine this please:
The Blue Boy watching, his Mother is afraid
she’s full of charm. Perfect train length
rip of the Renaissance Man,
bowed from the world
most everybody laughs now.
III.
Your reaction to a limp I kept
plastic on the pulse, you give yourself
goose bumps. Less details
be satisfied,
the next day, untouched. He takes lives,
splitting I’m getting lost in
insulting memory loss at the
aquarium pressed into the palm, bruise is
advice on my private life. A cross made of palm fronds
ask me to come home, you have to take off
your clothes scare beluga whales, illusion
how strange are you? I thought about
the ocean around you, instead people fell,
forced out by the heat.
IV.
Your metallic sheen of gold you had to
walk into when I only speak while you’re sleeping,
open up the foliage, nothing is fabulous
anymore than this slight slip. Down in
the rows pulse hydrangeas, keeping up
is irritated skin, is sore throat
something you feel guilty for? Talking in
cursive, see the era
a spruce of over-analysis. Even now
as they call you through white fences, bare
eagerness of gravitation
taut voice in motion, I ask you. Measure
your face through an automatic writer, witness
this time in the garden.
