used my new little hummingbird of a poem to get a big old hummingbird of
A bug out the only open, able, window. All my poems are hummingbirds, are windows,
Are poems, mostly painted shut. Mostly, suffocate and smile. But, hey, I know a good
Simile when I trap it, under glass. Like a cup. Discarded. Sordid. YOU COULD
NOT. The visitors come from all over to see how I can attend to so little for so long. So
Long so sweet! I said that in one of my latest poems. (One of my last.) I have finally got
Ten permission to repeat myself! Myself, never was one to relive the past, but now
I've seen that one clip many many times. Because your Face would put out
Jesus'. Still enjoy it. That new Grace. Still think I'm sitting too far back. Pale. Home
Sick. Eye. Still realize it isn't great art. Nothing is. Wire sculpture that. I know, I know,
It's been done. As I am sure someone has already lived this life, this wife, for me. Poor
Fuck. Sick Fish. Lately, I want, (o!), I wish, all my poems to end in, to end with,
Spring. The word, I mean. AND I, COULD I? Lately, I head steadily for,
Tread slowly toward, Abelard. Froward, I mean. I mean, Aberdeen.
june twenty seven eight nine nineteen sixty seventy ninety six seven eight
Some one just got on their bicycle, and is, and is
. . . GONE! The Sun makes his mellow his slow his
high-low-way. I send cigarette and coffee drunk postcards to
. . . EVERYBODY! Joe Joe Joe Joe Joe! How hot are you?
To summer, to summit (to submit) properly is a mighty, is a difficult
Task. Jenn! O Floating Friend! Are you still on the ferry to . . . BUCK
TOWN? There are new guests in my beds but, no.
No visitors, no visions, Love, O. Dear Mary, Hello. It is 9:47 in the long
blonde morning. Good Morning, Fair Warning! Hell-
o. O! Luminous Straggler, (don't you know?) all
my post-its are really addressed to no one,
no one, two, three, four but (YOU . . . DON'T . . .
KNOW) O!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I sigh,
I sign, with a somber sobriquet,
yrs, X. O.
in sleep and in sickness
in drought and in doubt
for porous for curious for highly and dangerous-
ly adventurous/experimental/momentous
(let me not to the marriage admit pedants, lice, pedophiles)
in truth and in truth and in hg1 sticky-er tricky-er wile-
ier truths (no, not the truths behind that mountain but of the sky
behind that sky)
in sleep and in sickness, once again,
in sleep and in sickness, once again,
in clamsauce and in stealth
(let me)
(not!)
through through through
and for for for for
(Admit it!)
EVER!
do you?
tickbird take?
do you?
swallow?
whole?
I Have Loved My Horrible Self, Lord.
I Rose, Lord, And I Rose, Lord, And I,
Dropt. Your Requirements, Lord. 'Spite Your Requirements, Lord,
I Have Loved The Low Voltage Of The Moon, Lord,
Until There Was No Moon Intensity Left, Lord, No Moon Intensity Left
For You, Lord. I Have Loved The Frivolous, The Fleeting, The Frightful
Clouds. Lord, I Have Loved Clouds! Do Not Forgive Me, Do Not
Forgive Me LordandLover, HarborandMaster, GuardianandBread, Do Not.
Hold Me, Lord, O, Hold Me
Accountable, Lord. I Am
Accountable. Lord.
Lord It Over Me,
Lord It Over Me, Lord. Feed Me
Hope, Lord. Feed Me
Hope, Lord, Or Break My Teeth.
Break My Teeth, Sir,
In This My Mouth.
I have been a day boarder, Lord. I have preferred the table to the Bed.
I have proffered, Lord, and I have profited, Lord, but little, but not. I was Bored,
Lord, I was heavy, Lord. Heavy bored. Hopeless, Lord, hideous, Lord. Sexless.
I was in love, Lord, but not with You. The nine malic moulds, Lord.
