Looking at You

Oh if I kissed you it would be an attack
Because you know I like, like you
So silently we talk about the classroom
And the piano player
And the falling schedule there on the wall

My silence speaks only in the lips, I'm afraid
A shudder from mine to yours
Could leap past chambers

You may not be as silent as me
Believe it, I have kept shut
Cold certainty halts my heart
As if to tell it that it has nothing to say

You Are Not My Dream, Lady

I was dreaming on my second return to sleep
I thought I dreamed of you
I wasn't scared or anything like that
In fact when I see you and think of you
My heart palpitates as it never did in this dream
Others were there
And without you
I would have been alone
But you were there

I never could embrace you in my dream,
And I long for it

Your hips weren't quite as marvelous, dreamt
I'd surely have swept the floor
In a boundless illusory realm peopled with your real hips

You know I once caught the sight of hair on your legs
How could dreaming even dare

I dreamed you
And it was worthless

I had to wake up (for good)
And considered myself lucky
Lucky and lonesome
You, on Earth somewhere
Dream enough to drown the discovery of flight
Or the rare sexual encounter with a star

Son of a Dick

Once I saw a heaven
But she was so demure
A teddy bear was cleaven
The heaven was -- no more --

I

No roses have I
(The scent's a passing fancy after all)
No bird, no solitary warble
Whose call fulfills my love of that
Which cannot be loved

But I can see floor-boards, forbidden
With patterns perhaps unwritten

This floor of wood bypasses the dirt
Who bore it (we cover the earth, my trees)
Does my father, of course, have to do with this
Hard ground?

I lean down to touch, smell what I can of the forest from gum and shit, my sole.


II

Sometime a rose for a lover
I might purchase
How else can I entice her to dance?
How else? (the very thing is enough for her,
but that is more than I can stand)
She dances, naught to do with love, but joy.
I am a plaything - smiling eyes
Delight her soul


III

Women there are and have especially been
Whose lives fasten to mine, blessing the track
But not the wheels. I pull them off
And sign in
To gaze at vestiges of our love - the camera
Has always been a shithead

Spite for him could be exactly the cause for these looks
Of discord I gather from photography
I ruin

Always I'll forget the tenderness,
You fantastic tags! Will I refuse
My less flippant moments


IV

The web is in our bodies
Should I dance and stamp upon these boards
It would, clearly I think, help to do nothing
Regarding the lack of roses
And to pull each one up would reveal no dead bird
Unless some dog
Found it clever and good
To hide his inanimate plaything

Amorous Mexicans Dream

Help needed
Forty-two was nothing
Maybe Rome wasn't even much

Come on, Billions!

Grab a fistful while you can
The force of life is going fast
Behold a bubble from the man
Worth twenty-two of poorer caste
But fondle it and sure it pops
Forget the strength he said it had
Just quickly whisk the solution drops
Into the biggest bowl for oldest dad
He needs it more than any young fuck
To keep you floating in his zoo
The glue depends on more than luck
And green or red or white or blue
Just shut your mouth and listen good
Vote with the bubble or forfeit food

Rest Assured

The greater part of grumble is Jewish guilt
Forward half the sea to Uzbekistan for child support
Kill seven to eight fierce little Mugabes
Light a wicker setter well enough for Hollywood
Train him to do cunning stunts
He will thank you for it
Don’t grate Welch cheese on English salad
Intern intern number five
He will thank you for it
Fuck George Bush’s wife
Teach him what’s wrong with America
Now you have completed steps
Now you come to the door of a queer farmer
Don’t let him shoot you
Better not tell him you’re queer
Most of all
Rest assured

After Standing Up

Please did

"Please do!"

Forgive me

"Please forgive me"

I'm serious

"Not really"

I wish I were serious

"You are"

I wanted people to take me seriously

"Your wishes and wantful waitings bore me, quite frankly"

Don't break in a tizzy like that

"I have no choice but to be quite honest with you"

I don't trust your honesty

"Now it is your honesty which is false"

You mean just then it was

"Now it was"

Now it is, really

"Really"

Fascinating

"I love you"

Please love me

"Give me real"

I want it

Give me real

"I miss you"

(The Who or Petra Haden's Our Love Was)