8/3/02
somewhere in a car
you might see me
on the side of the road.

grey smoke
waiting for weeds to pull you over
and camp fire 10 PM’s
taking all driving scary away

Had the snake oil cure-all.
been down the train tracks at midnight with a madman,
and I’m still peering down that red hallway
of crack circus jammie walks...
it’s a hard falling giraffe of a path
and there’s got to be some dance to blue kiss beat
this candy strewn aisle.

"But," said the five-footed blurry fairy,
"You’ve got to have something in front of you
at all times,
you’ve got to have something."

8/30/02
Wait for the time when everything is on the head
of a needle again
wait to enjoy toast that someone makes and brings you
Wait for wondering what you might say next
and what you SHOULD say over and over...
Wait for standing in the rain by the sea.

Dribbling into some kind of tomorrow blockbuster drive home
the cars behind you look like they’re really after you this time
you get home feed the cats and take your book outside
looking up you see the trees staring
then they start clamoring like they’re pissed they’re stuck to the ground
you go inside and close the curtains tell the cats to lay low.

OKOKOK I’ll do the carnival green berry dance of a cloud going by in my sleep
I will take my arms out to dry in white cotton back yards
and feel better for the soft bunny of an evening breeze at the end of a lonely summer...
I can mask the dried dusty fruit of something that wants to be bruised
and learn to side smile with the grace of a waking child.


8/31/ 02
In planets of airy wonder
where grasses matted down
cry
on black sheets of dry ice chips...
when do summer blue voices
crack into bitten fingernails
for the porch lounge now?
When does the soiled stare
of a crap shoot sunday
back way off on sunday night?

Never.