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Truly the lesson of the East,
A remarkable residue of answer
And curt quality like the lesser kinds
We speak of.
That is what I take to take with me.
The sun signs rise and regal Leo.
My one and only new thing:
two shoes.
Is it law to think of it now?
To try and reconsider the
boasted better, the cherry rose?
Your own encounter on the street
relies too easily on the sex of the same
and the body that breaks the flush of you.
Intervals as form, the kind you can live without.
That left you
feeling
too simple.
Your chariot moved just far enough
to touch,
and you got in and was well enough
taken.
Yet having played one nigh handshake
you are expelled enough to own the place
and as you were seated,
you touched the waitress
in the most unlikely of places.
Curtsey, not even.
There are things to touch and things to talk about,
and other things to just sit there and watch.
The hatchacha, and innumerable chews,
the suffering withdrawal symptoms and the
let’s get on with it.
As toes slip to socks,
the sex sells better
and we find cuddling
something better still
it’s so hot
to fuck.
Not that we’re done with so say OK.
OK?
We have the success
of our genitals
and our feet
planted.
I forget how much I miss you I don’t see you so much.
Nature is the wildest heaven, and we bark
and bite
at the thought
of it all.
Sometimes you don’t even want the surgery.
It goes without saying,
that here is nothing
and I want something
more than something
that is pouring my nothings
like milk.
My kisses don’t stand to reason
that kisses can stand
or reason
and such a door can be opened
at any and all hours
like treason.
They refuse to share the space here.
And I know I’m plain to look at.
The way I make hover like shell they do. The
reason I bleed and see the cover like a conch.
This wasn’t to misrepresent time.
A foot and a foot
having done anything
anything but dance.
And the sun beats down on your fanny
To channel the child’s song
bound in a litany: we hold
steady and hold dear
the precious things
last Christmas.
I took you can or will
believe you
and rested it
walking down
as the window
had a half open
open.
Then, all by yourself,
the window looks open
enough.
And the look
is looking
back at you.
And these fingertips
tipped with blood
remind you of how
you are you.
Walking, and
walking, don’t
let them
kill you.
They love you,
and you love
the way the fingers on your hands
can count to five.
And with some good news,
I’ve had a change of heart.
I could lift her,
so her,
so her in my arms.
And she feels so fragile there.
When did
it happen
it happened
so everywhere.
And I believe it to be as such that
believing means believing
everywhere.
Boy, you’re getting there, the kisses
less kisses
than happenstance.
And this still nothing,
nothing left to still.
We’re still dancing on our own.
But the light was
anyway
and I said so.
Mesh themselves
as neighbors
and that’s the way we like to look at each other.
it’s a one, two
and a one two three four.
And we settle on two, to be safe.
And, in thinking,
don’t think,
it’s safer.
Or thinking, don’t moreover,
myself,
March.
None of this makes sense to me,
and I like it
like that.
And we can leave
bones well enough
alone.
