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  The miracle of the streets
  The scents & smogs &
  pollens of existence
  Shiny blackness
  so totally naked she was
  Totally un-hung-up
  We looked around
  lights now on
  Top see our fellow travellers
  ~~~
  I am troubled
  Immeasurably
  By your eyes
  I am struck
  By the feather
  of your soft
  Reply
  The sound of glass
  Speaks quick
  Disdain
  And conceals
  What your eyes fight
  To explain
  ~~~
  She looked so sad in sleep
  Like a friendly hand
  just out of reach
  A candle stranded on
  a beach
  While the sun sinks low
  an H-bomb in reverse
  ~~~
  Everything human
  is leaving
  her face
  Soon she will disappear
  into the calm
  vegetable
  morass
  Stay!
  My Wild Love!
  ~~~
  I get my best ideas when the
  telephone rings & rings. It’s no fun
  To feel like a fool-when your
  baby’s gone. A new ax to my head:
  Possession. I create my own sword
  of Damascus. I’ve done nothing w/time.
  A little tot prancing the boards playing
  w/Revolution. When out there the
  World awaits & abounds w/heavy gangs
  of murderers & real madmen. Hanging
  from windows as if to say: I’m bold-
  do you love me? Just for tonight.
  A One Night Stand. A dog howls & whines
  at the glass sliding door (why can’t I
  be in there?) A cat yowls. A car engine
  revs & races against the grain- dry
  rasping carbon protest. I put the book
  down- & begin my own book.
  Love for the fat girl.
  When will SHE get here?
  ~~~
  In the gloom
  In the shady living room
  where we lived & died
  & laughed & cried
  & the pride of our relationship
  took hold that summer
  What a trip
  To hold your hand
  & tell the cops
  you’re not 16
  no runaway
  The wino left a little in
  the old blue desert
  bottle
  Cattle skulls
  the cliche of rats
  who skim the trees
  in search of fat
  Hip children invade the grounds
  & sleep in the wet grass
  ’til the dogs rush out
  I’m going South!