| 1. |
Because like wanting one more kiss, I’m
addicted.
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| 2. |
because
I could bask in her affluence like yellow fire
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| 3. |
because touching her is 500 micrograms of
pure heat absorbed through the fingers tipped with butter & seasoned
with gold
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| 4. |
because gold is a sexy color & god is too
the great act of causing distractions is what desire is all about
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| 5. |
because there are eight rocks in my head
eight reasons to be wrong eight rhythms in my heart eight hearts growing
out of my shirt
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| 6. |
because there are billions of
light-bearing ball bearings in the sky
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| 7 |
fall rapid night slip your fingers
through the 700-foot gorge at Watkins Glen
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| 8. |
because I am hovering dangerously close
to her name
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| 9. |
because in eight beats the whole world is
pressed into rose chains around your neck
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| 10. |
because her breasts are pressed flush
against the sky breasts that stand firm on her chest
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| 11. |
because it’s a dry dry dry dry world—with
a fish in its mouth
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| 12. |
because she lays awake & sees a visionary
Indian bedroom, a lake formed of mushrooms under a totem hawk
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| 13. |
because
hyperbole in the service of devotion is no crime.
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| 14. |
because when I’m with her I’m a
rattlesnake
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| 15. |
because she is lissome & proud & her
elevator goes all the way to the top
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| 16. |
because she is a rotating restaurant lit
from inside a velvet bathrobe full of daisies & pumice
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| 17. |
because Lunch would be great. Because
guilt is inedible.
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| 18. |
Because there are no mistakes, only
opportunity setting a trap
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| 19. |
because she’s sixteen if she’s a nickel
and I am twice thirteen a boy
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| 20. |
because she wouldn’t have to ask me twice
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| 21. |
because she is an eagle chasing an owl
and a woman’s face dreaming sideways in the crown of a tree
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| 22. |
a bug-headed trumpet star a mermaid with
snake arms
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| 23. |
an Indian mask with vertigo eyes
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| 24. |
a fish shouting a fish with tadpoles
dreaming in its mouth of a star-blue hurricane
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| 25. |
dream on woman walking dream on your son
is come home five hells below him three hells above
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| 26. |
dream on an angry kangaroo is coming to
put a headlock on you
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| 27. |
— think of these surreal objects: the
last angel of history looking into the rearview mirror of a Mercury wing
cap—and a pair of electric socks . . . blowing sunny through twin
saxophones like video spaghetti at possession—a snake playing congas,
the thirdeye filmmaker. was it the sun or a spider coming up you saw
caught in the mirror, twin waterbearers potato bug mandolin a woman
named Soap?
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| 28. |
Resurrect sunset
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| 29. |
Shake some tail fanny
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| 30. |
"Beauty is the thing that makes you ache"
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| 31. |
Just because I’ve given you up, doesn’t
mean you have to leave so fast!
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| 32. |
We’ll make what music we can of this boy
with a bicycle on his head three winged lightbulbs a crab married to an
anteater or siamese twin rabbis hung by their tongues
|
| 33. |
The girl with the bicycle head is
floating on air this other one has a puzzle for brains
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| 34. |
Or is that a stomach where funny barren
trees twist out of the underground street skull of a woman under
watertowers or more trees & a birthday cake hat
|
| 35. |
Because not jewels but eyes myrhh fallen
from Indra’s net mirrors reflecting the mirror falling & golden star
eyes sweet breath of pink aren’t they yours aren’t they golden or blue
stars? "I am my father’s girl. In the mirrors of your eyes I speak thee
comfort"
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| 36. |
Because I’ll do whatever she wants & feel
grateful for the chance
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| 37. |
Because "purity of heart is to will but
one thing"
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| 38. |
Because that’s another impossible demand
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| 39. |
Because the sun enters her front door in
May under the sign of the battered Toyota
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| 40. |
Because once you get an idea of who you
are you quit changing
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| 41. |
Because the sign of the times is not an
angry old man
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| 42. |
Because a bass clarinet is clearing out
its nose
|
| 43. |
Because this is bugging me this morning:
how people kept telling her, when her first boyfriend died, there was
something more beautiful about her while she was mourning
|
| 44. |
Because we’ll make what music we can of
this
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| 45. |
Music in time, architecture in space,
dance in body, poetry in words
|
| 46. |
The lady of revelations, taken off to be
nourished for a time, in time, the white-painted lady for a time
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| 47. |
Tins full of sea urchins tiles roofs
glass harmonicas
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| 48. |
Oh and if anybody meets this woman please
tell me
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| 49. |
"don’t let her go" |
