poem!
in which the heart is approached through diverse comparison;
a man arrives & leaves; the sun rises like a painter.
please forward remittance & your lonely hands,
sleeping across the waterfall.
my hips are raw & days go past like cars.
there against the sky a kind of mirror
turns the lake into the night as streetlights baffle,
now your glowing head is just an afterthought, a line break,
we catch our breath & chase the high notes
round the corner.
the day was big & prosy, scattering
your pretty lyrics.
we bought a drink at the museum
& took some time to scratch.
no more surprises, change the channel.
we know about your childhood,
no one cares, their head was orange,
the book was blue,
every thought a different pastoral,
her brains, his leg, the zoo, the wide screen living.
we were painted on a wall. we built a kite.
perhaps there was a tragedy.
an accident.
once we went to school & coughed, then lunch,
then drinks & wild adventure.
it's time to mention dreams, their bluff embarrassment.
now dawn clogs up the sky.
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ted@magicdog.com -- 1 June 1999
