so far I have seen nothing twice;
eyes of Mars finding me
I have heard the silence
no bird's eyes
stars as gods from                          no word from Chaucer                  (a single set of                
                        Doris Day recordings                                        to play again &
    Stardust                        Chess                     records                                                 again over &
                                   Decca                         over endlessly endlessly            so
    I am in my ship recovering                                  from cancer & 3rd degree burns                                              that her voice is my air I she singing                                             to the stars                         hear space clockwise           death;
                               she is my                   St. Barbara                                      

whistling kettle who can walk                    on the stars themselves  
                         I have seen     Our Lady             aged constellations )              her v                                oice the handsome                                            hands
                             of the child rooting
Doris Day                  a goddess       eyes bulging I am a mask                  
   thoroughly     synthetic marijuana                                                      bl­essed &                           sainted                                      
leave me a voicemail                                                        ­              through his own pants;
I am the                                 cell that calls to                         the naked beach;
only I have one tape                             I eye am a digital mask;
we are                              twin megaphones
                         of our fathers