More from the vault for all of you lucky lovers. Yeah! 5000 untitled poems!
no the robot reaches up into the rain
and looses his circuits .
yes the magician climbs through his roof
and slips off the tiles .
maybe the man eats away his dreams
and chases his vanity . )
waste time in the past
and stand under
a blue waterfall ;
both wash up and wash away
just pure honesty in the morning . if that colors your eyes
the same as mine ,
give me a fancy hello.
everything else only
wants to be something different ;
you and I were meant for fusion , not fission .
) the world was made for us
many people , laughing in rows of the movie theater ,
know little of movie projection , but they’re happy, they taste the fullness of being. I me proud to steal from them. watching all the faces, different and tangled, mingle. one sound and soul .
it exists here. peace .
I’m certain of that.
my girl and I played catch with the baseball today. I had to instruct her seventy two times on how to pitch. she stared away in the sky and pointed to a cloud. I threw the ball up and caught it too. she stepped with every throw; I said no no. I can take care of you but only if you close your eyes .
my glove absorbed the sweat of my hand. my girl’s ribbon hair flittered with the wind. I couldn’t know she was blue; she kicked her shoes from her feet and stood in the dirt. no one wins this kind of game; for fun, silly, she called out, and I heaved the seamed orb away away into the street.
to come home again amidst fur coats
and women who have given me golden wristwatches;
oh it’s no such thing
he says as such it was once his domain
and goes on to believe that as long as gunsmoke is subtle
well and dry it is fair
to believe that heaven exists just beyond a concrete dam