Can you hear me
dropping the pin
Can you see
my chagrin

I won't force this
dismiss my provocative nature

Pretend you didn't see
Pretend you couldn't hear

it is hell
to have loved someone-
to know you love them
right now, still-
so much and for so long,
and to realize
you don't actually feel
them loving you back.

if you turn onto
a one-way street
in the wrong direction,
it is still dangerous,
against the law
even if you didn't see the sign.
and just because i love
and my love is accepted
does not mean
i'm on a two-way street.

now i'm crushed.
between metal and metal
i'm crushed. in flashes,
when you speak, i see
myself chewed between your teeth.

so when you light up when you smile
when i say in some way that
i love you, you are also
the oncoming headlights,
appearing suddenly,
coming at me on the highway.

At last!

Cheerful notes flood

the heart's empty chambers

and encourage impromptu steps

in a momentary jig of joy.

My little Dove, my one true love,
You have gone astray.
I checked the cage, I checked the perch--
Saw you flew away.

I never saw you in the tree,
Never knew you came.
'Til the minute, 'til the moment--
When you set that poor tree aflame.

Like feathers did those leaves flutter,
Hot and turning black.
Aborted-fetus flowers now--
Ashen, crackling, curled around Lack.

That poor tree became a tower,
A beacon of dark.
Smoky tears billowed inside me--
Then I saw the Lark.



-LP

I see sheets
and floors
mattresses
and shores
sand, water
whispers,
shivers in
sides of
coins--
Nonsense, of
Course in
*******.
Mimicking,
Moaning,
Breathing Hard.
Loosing
Hair, Losing
Control,
Discordant
Rhythm,
New Sounds A
Bound and
Quickening
Pulses
Hands, Fingers--
Hips. Hips.
Hips. Hips. Hips.
It's Be
Coming Too--
MUCH AND
the poem ends.



-LP