I know where you and I end
well enough to breathe here un-

tampered-with: a certain perfection
glazing our, lips, like candy
's haze: memories of
the grass hanging from

the trees with our toes, eating clouds
the mind un-
shined, a matte of frozen pills

well enough to welcome gluts
of bread-rise in the snakey foam.
I wish I knew what you think of

the form this noon takes, midway

between this life and the
greatest generation: milking

B-52s from my nipples in whirring
strands, pearls for the beastly
grin I give this old man

cementing his brain with
lived-in furs. He understands

where he ends and I began–

in benign and gingerly ebbing, the
space where everything thought
this afternoon congeals, prism
in the shower,

as within I'm molested, sentimental:


and without he's demure.

2003/05/06 12:13:32


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