A Balcony Seat

the matters
disassemble in thought

the earth does not exist

hope is the heart of memory

living is easy

the tense remains
in time

alluring

a single note
a sad eye

you engage theater
in a suspending embrace

and fold your arms across your chest
and close your eyes
and pray for love

*

the face of destiny is under that veil

the guards protect us

fate breaks
the rules of providence

*

I lounge outside correspondence
firewater on my breath

three grandparents dead
my father dying

so what

the earth is flat

and the moon is full

let it roll away

let my simulation
be a component of eternity

*

nothing hidden

we all are seen
in transit
*

art is steadfast

*

put to lager

the fermenting soul

so that language may rise
to the miraculous head

and the streets

beg for beer

fountains flowing in the heat

another painting
affecting me

another popular song
protecting me

*

I orbit the ball

I am afraid in this outer space

then on the landing of the stair

alluring

the rococo guise of death

pins my meters

blows smoke at me

I connect
*
my words are private
the invisible breaths of rumour

broadcast

the demise of my soul

*

there is firewater

there is comparative study

there is free love

*

the blue guitar

pulling a note

makes me smoke

*

and I must change
shape

to escape

*

eternity is fragile

every moment

November 7 1995
Full Moon