Can I tell you how seriously I take this poem! _ Could the sun be just a hole up there— that if I could leap would enter that breach of light
Someone! Throw me a line! Give me a reason There’s never enough in this life of breathing!
Someone! Explain why dreams roll a soul toward the cliffs of day Wakes to ache then stuffs its mouth with necessary same
Inhale— button shirt—brush hair Exhale— necessary glance in the mirror (yes, still there)
A lifetime! in a shallow instant’s stiff clear water (Yeah— still there) in endless caverns of tired eyes above mouth still trying to say SOMETHING! from ever smaller eternities in the glass-flat empty....
Please! Someone explain! this draw of breath one forcing itself upon another's life of beating — Violence in my chest!
Why hearts don’t sleep—
and I wind up watching again and again—till I am the ******...
...Morning lies in the mists of a humid ***** who moans and sweats and boils her hips— and I wind up watching!?
“Will someone please…!"
...and I wind up watching bedspread, bed sore, death bed till you’re breathing easy when she sits and picks her collapsed bouffant damning the makeup that got crushed in the sheets
with no expectancy both tired of knowing...
...The Devil lost his balance in my presence one night
...tired of knowing—
THE WILL! THAT WILL!
...walk away or continue to play
I could open this screen! watch the world STEP BACK! SLAP FLAT! as trees and dwellings flush like quail to prop their tottering panic against the blue—
You—assume composure... compose assumptions Await my next—
Move like a spy
Take careful note:
Why I don’t play chess or any other game for that matter.
“...and when you're really out there the windows all have opened onto nothing... Death having long since-- left the scene. When you get really out there it's all-- and nothing…”