TAPE NOON

Tell them you came & saw & looked
into my eyes, & saw the shadow
of the guard receding
Thoughts in time & out of season
The hitchhiker stood by the side of the road
& leveled his thumb in the
calm calculus of reason

         (a car passes)

Why does my mind circle around you
Why do planets wonder what it
Would be like to be you

All your soft wild promises were words
Birds, endless in flight

Your dog is still lost in the frozen woods
or he would run to you
How can he run to you
Lunging w/ blooded sickness on the snow
He's still sniffing gates & searching
Strangers for your smell
which he remembers very well

Is there a moon in your window
Is madness laughing
Can you still run down beach
rocks bed below w/ out him?



  Winter Photography
  our love's in jeopardy
  Winter Photography
  our love's in jeopardy
Sit up all night, talking smoking
  Count the dead & wait for morning
(Will warm names & faces come again
  Does the silver forest end?)

Sunday Morning Blues

What can I read her
What can I read her
   on a Sunday Morning

What can I do that will
   somehow reach her
   on a Sunday Morning

I'll read her the news of
   The Pashtun wars

Full of criss-calvary, blood
                 & gore

Stories to tame & charm
& more

On a Sunday Morning