trains speeding by
the city immense and i
waiting for you
at the grand central station
waiting for you
in plaintive introspection
waiting for
my life to arrive
at the grand central station
trains speeding by
trains speeding by

yesterday's raindrop
blown today from the oak tree
awakens me

my yacht sails
     on the underside of the sea
my yacht sails
     unaffected by gravity
my yacht sails
     into ports which cannot be
my yacht sails
     an explorer of fantasy

gravity is—
but what does it, matter?

It was as simple as
turning off a light, or
crushing a bug.
He realized early
that reality had
a brutal side;
band aids didn't
stick to his heart
so he checked out;
he disassociated with
the scenery around him,
and created a kinder
world, with no
brutality or cruelty.

And then one day
he built a
sailboat made of
cardboard and silk,
and just sailed away.
There were no
shadows as he
smiled at the
putrid, bright sun.

It was a rainy day when I heard,
"It was a sunny day when I saw
[ed her in half],
said the magician:
"It was a cloudy day when I felt
[sawed in half],
she said,
only half believing what I was hearing
through the pouring rain,
sensing,
for the first time,
the world was not OK.

a puddle returns
a reflection of the sun
and anyone