3 days in the offing,
slipping
thru
life—downstairs
she
says
chandaliers
& furs, a new feeling for
the
old ways “to
come”
the hand of her shadow
moving closer
She makes the demands
to which darkness gives us
over
Waking up in the
Mission. Going to work. Working. under covers
little
receiver my tongue that keeps bleeding
won’t stop up the sound that come through
in the light of this black and white picture
pretending it’s me, sacred moths darting into and out of
this
pillar my head
This one went in a
little blue book, on the cover I wrote “THE FEELING OF RECOGNIZING A PERFECTLY
OBVIOUS EXPLANATION,”
Sad examination write
it
backwards, fit in
living & sit
Keep your boots
tight, clobbered by sunlight. It (The Sun)
feels comfortable,
going in my ear
giving us over to
order again
Walking to Aquarius
to buy Cat Power. Running into X (house painter 2 lifetimes ago Santa Cruz
knows e.c. & joe all old friends & L.). Back to R’s. Going out to buy
condoms. Sex. Incredible conversation. We are getting more serious. Improv
show. Am I drinking too much. Am I making a bad impression. E, O, A, & L.
Me & R. Tacos. Back to R’s. Sex. I ask her why she broke up with her ex.
How R met J. She asks me will I remember in the AM. She tells me as I’m falling
asleep.
The awful truth is
sometimes people can’t just
get along, that
even their kindnesses
in
disengaging
seem feigned
ALLS FAIR IN LOVE
& WAR,& the hidden proportionalities of the human heart, dim
tracers & exit
wounds, the
red glare of old
blood pumping alone
there
3 days in the offing,
slipping
thru
life—downstairs
she
says I
swear I spoke to you on the phone yesterday
or did I. dream it
like I can’t do
anything right. Feeling like I fucked everything up. Calling M to apologize. R
making me feel better. Sex. Talking. Sleeping.
Sunday Nov. 12:
waking up in the Mission. Sex. We go to the Lucky Penny. Calling A to
apologize. Making jokes with R. Hard-on in the park. Kissing. On top of the
world. Walking to Aquarius to buy Cat Power. Running into X
It (The Sun) feels
comfortable, going in my ear. I watch the shadow of the pen tracing these
letters. Newspapers
mirror real reading, going right to left
Thinking as above no
stopping so below
which vertigo is
a different name for
what I’ve got
ALLS FAIR IN LOVE
& WAR,
& The hand of her
shadow moves closer
to me
Darkening the color
of the grass
The air feels thick
& gray here, where are my neighbours
Darkening the color
of the grass
Glades
/ Pleiades
when I check out say
that, a
spiral