#342. into the drum

August 2, 2010

treasure like heartbeats
now and now
in the knowing
of our own at last

no and no
the heartbeats
yes and yes

the heartbeats come
and go

but we remain heartbeats

#165. Th Woman (more)

February 6, 2010

Th woman
as
us as
me
to you
spirit fly
high.

as
whatever is
to be
liked
nurtured rose bushes
botched dish washing.

as no warning
meant here
love and lust to adjust
for us.

***

life
to hold in my arms
is to carry an entire universe
from room to room.
Avoiding the plants
and games
we go to bed.
Sip it slow.
Talk and we find out.
Dream and we find out.
Cry and we find out.

moving straight into the past
pushing through the allen street ghosts
each street tossing my collective
dna consciousness
delancey
grand
canal
reverbrate
with the ship’s horns
and bells off the east river
pushcarts rattle around my bus
mournful yiddish cries
with old women in kerchiefs
about ice
and vegetables and shmuel
is in trouble at home again
and the smell of veal parm from the west and the chinese ducks hanging
irish brogues
rogues and cops eyeing
each other across the asphalt field
that sumbitch has good ale
and its down to sloppy louies for the fish fried or broiled
beat beards too with indecipherable
visions also mumbling into their papers
the atomic bomb blows time
returns forward
and so does my mind

#161. Th Woman (more)

February 2, 2010

Th woman
whose heat
whose heartbeat.    as close as her
hands.
being doing something soft
the best now.

        ***

missing to.
night.
gone to work
it out.

       ***

Th woman
has warmth
a breakfast to make strength
of toast and coffee.
a whole day
apart.

       ***

as dreamed
to find the way of workplay
the song and color
full.

as dreamed        desire
as dream        work
as dreamt         flower
as dreamer         th woman.

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