Barroom rage is like you
and so is that apology you gave him
after storming to the parking lot barking
of imbalance to not cry.
Well, now. Wide halo
of full-moon beams
and so is that apology you gave him
after storming to the parking lot barking
of imbalance to not cry.
Well, now. Wide halo
of full-moon beams
like a UFO,
sets us in tall grass on the East River.
I turn from the skyline and you
are a stone rabbit crying blood,
Chrysler-crowned miracle.
We are wrestling on the landing of some stairs
on the isthmus
or in a white glowing desert,
the steam of redwoods,
I am different but you know me
better.
or in a white glowing desert,
the steam of redwoods,
I am different but you know me
better.
