when the day cries
the rain has to borrow
the soft sound
of your eyes
and
when your unearthly
beauty quietly
nods
silver light touches
the morning's facade

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dressed in green
and dressed in blue
the center of the world
on tilted axis flew
dressed in red
and dressed in green
lit from behind
my little machine

i can't see you
in a place
where you're
like this, i just couldn't
i can't place you in a see where you're unlike those
i want to...
who wouldn't?

this longing is legacy
for a girl cut in half
cold currents of knife
astride darkest path
without stopping for daylight
in somnambulant flight

(your 2 a.m. smile is reason enough)
      sheets of sound
somber
the womb of an angel
     a war goddess unbound

  
o
a
          stasis seraphic
       shrink wrapped
in sweet plastic
((the perfumed fields are elastic
with crowned princes dynastic))


this mortal season
on
this perfect day
strikes the hearts of the stolen
in a fugitive way

the clarified fire
sinew and lean
eats the sins
of the heavens
where the ashes convene


the park with the lake
is wooded and pretty
the sky's on the grass
in an underground city

i'm calling from a
subterranean ocean
the shells are all closed
and the waves are all broken

in a minute the  tides
will all swell
the gulls will
pack up
and the moonlight will dwell


say hello to
the girls from the sand
they can walk on the water
but never on land

the stars are submerged
all fallen and drowned
the light from the depths
shines upside down


ursa major
orion's belt
ursa minor
ice water vega
reversed ocean liner


inverted looks like the water
twisted so tonal sounds
mother and daughter
sister and brother
packed in blue ice
from the curves of the earth
and the jaws of a vise

in these dragonteeth winter days
you pick your time carefully
endpoints are delays
the decay of such that
they cannot touch
or remove them
erasing straight thoughts
as a means to improve them

sailing seas beneath
the skin underneath
the unrequited life
just out of reach

i'll nevercomplete it

i'll never repeat it

..

girls talk with God and God talks with girls
girls in silk stockings, studded leather and pearls
girls between jobs and girls between boys
girls all grown up and girls from hanoi
girls for all seasons and girls for the spring
girls for the winter and girls from beijing
girls coming first and girls coming last
girls from the future and girls from the past
girls on film and girls on waterskis
girls on one leg and girls named louise
girls who pretend and girls who must fake it
girls who steal and girls who just take it
girls in magazines and girls in books
girls in between and girls' fully cooked
girls fast and girls slow
girls high and girls low
girls in ivory towers and girls on the street
girls on their backs and girls on their feet
girls who remember and girls who forget
girls who have found jesus and girls who haven't yet
girls who own and girls who rent
girls on full throttle and girls who are spent
girls running and girls walking
girls biking and girls talking
girls who like girls and girls who like men
girls who prefer to be left alone and girls without friends
girls who write prose and girls who write verse
girls who are extremely,exactingly,not to mention incredibly,over the top verbose and girls terse
girls on vacation and girls on the job
girls who swim laps and girls who....bob
girls who like basquiat and girls who like haring
girls who like warhol and girls who like sharing
girls in wet raincoats and girls in full drag
girls playing drums and girls playing tag
girls who john cale and girls who lou reed
girls who plant bulbs and girls plant seeds
girls who don't and girls who do
girls that are nice and girls that are true
girls from the bottom and girls from the top
girls who keep writing and girls who know when
to stop

how filled with child
is the bringer of ***
so tender and mild
through his flesh now reviled

freight train flutes sound a refrain:
the long fanged winds are now parted
whilst teenage lovers have started
their ritual pain

tonight carries tomorrow
under blankets of sorrow
the unyielding clouds
carry bullets of flame
raise a glass to the hunted

(in hoods of black shroud
and red ribbons of shame)