if I could draw
I would draw
nothing else

your heart-catching
vulnerability
your courage

that stance

but I can’t draw
am left with nothing
but these words
that bubble up
from deep down
and demand
expression

your utter beauty

I see you
who you are
in every line
of your body

the look in your eye
the way the light
loves you

me that has no right

guiltily wishing
you were my
odalisque

I'd spend hours gazing
saying things
just to make you
smile and blush

I see
and know
your utter beauty

fucking Zeus
Great Jupiter's Balls

he had no pants
to keep it in

no problem
with bestiality
as long as he
got to play the Beast

a swan
a bull
a golden shower

any goddam thing
that happened
to cross his mind

modeling
sexual incontinence
for the rest of us

definite
daddy
issues

school's out! barefoot days
dewy grass, sky like ocean
benevolent sun

solstice

yolk

toast is good
good on its own
good in context
toast
is a force for good
in the world

mostly I only
make it
in case I break
a yolk
yolk is precious
the loveliest part
of breakfast

most beautiful
maybe
I am in your life
just in case
somebody
breaks your
lovely heart

I have never
been old yet

I look at the calendar
and laugh
incredulous
that can’t be right
it must be
broken

there was another
century
I was little then
shudder to think
this cruel world
thankful
not to go back there

this bigness
some protection
camouflage
the perfect disguise
for shenanigans

but old

maybe there were
some years
maybe they mean
something

not to me
not to me

I need to say it
tell him
words crowded
behind my teeth
clamped down
trying to escape

he needs to hear it
Needs

Equally
and in opposition

the time is
Not Yet O'Clock

nobody knows
the future

we paw blindly
at time

in hopes of
grasping
a hand
we can keep

giving up
is not
an option

they huddle
grinning

playing the eternal
games of spring

autumnal beings
as they are

this ancient sacred rite
like the glow of a candle
between them

the opposite
of loneliness
is not company

it's this

King of Cups

dreamed of you last night

woke up gasping
as we finished

should have
taken care of it
before bed

but
this
was
better

I had you
you didn’t know

you were good

as if it were real
one may dream

a cat can look at a king

king of cups
yeah
runneth over

3--2--1--

if you were
counting on me
to stop you

count backwards
because

nope

I’ll be drunk
crazy too
out-shouting you
climbing on shit

playing the fool

only
it’s not
an act

his truck said
NoFatChicks

if I had seen it
none of this
none
his loss

but
how I look
is the least
important part

he assumed
once, for laughs

ended up
a lifetime

took a chance
once, for laughs

and I was
the love of his life

it's all the same
when there's
no distance

with:
a weighty preposition

I'm not:
with

with it
within
inside
in

with:
needs no explanation

they say
With
you look around
you know

abstract essence
loaded
doesn't echo

say it
barely
opening your lips

because it's
inside
the connection
is deep
keep it close

With

bird company

me
I found
a small
silver
dented
Holy Spirit medal
under a car
in a parking lot

me
I don’t believe
Holy or otherwise
but

it’s cute
a little happy bird
nestled in
a disk of soft metal
warm on my skin
strung on
a thin chain

bird gloating
there are breasts here
to hang between
bouncing around
bird and boobs

me
I don’t believe
but
the Universe
connected with me
in a parking lot

apparently
likes titties

eat my dust

thirty more years
of this nonsense
thirty more

if it's all like this
this and nothing more

I promise you
the ubiquitous you
somewhere in this
shared ether

I promise
I will force the door
step out

the stars be my
stepping stones

I leave a handful
of ink
and reams of
virtual
useless
paper

in my wake

there will be
a wake

unattended

but look out
the skylight
and I will
wink back
from the moon

buh-bye

don't let the door
hit you on the ass
on the way out

Blackstar

listening closely
I hear the starman
grieve himself away
singing from beyond

he can't be dead
I heard his voice

his grief
tore a hole in me
mended raggedly
with music
from this
long-dead
instrument

"I can't give everything,"

only
that's exactly
what happened

I am much too soft

my heart has no bone structure

big silly cushion

Fire or something

I have this to say
pacing on the dock
back and forth

if I take too long
you shove off
don't listen

the point is
communication

partly beauty
partly depth
partly trumpeting
the world
into existence

but if you
aren't there
don't stay
for the whole thing

there goes
my point

you can hear me
shouting, "Fire!"
when I mean
something
completely
different

but you heard

nuance
must be quick

or you look around
blankly for a fire
while I drown
in impotent words

up too late
but joyful with it

eye rubbing morning

nothing much left
to my life
but now

the moment
closing in

woke up
with a song
in my head

turn up
the volume
and dance

she is bald
pockmarked
moody

here one day
gone the next

changeable

fickle as she is
we depend upon her

round and fat
slim and crooked
always losing
and gaining
never the same
one night to the next

she rises and sets
always opposing her lover

but we adore her
entranced
enthralled
in the most literal sense

we cannot do
without her

we are just too tidal

we sync a movie
texting one-handed, we play
"great scene!" "yeah, I came."

stewed prunes
trust an old lady
on this

plum concentrate
year-round
essence of summer

add a cinnamon stick
a slice of lemon zest
you have an elegant
compote

glossy richness
juicy and cold

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