Collected Poems

Romance of Awakening

8 lights of childhood You light like a flashlight something through the west of worn shades.  All this great fun and you like a dark of misunderstanding only bring a large sample of green while people dance to rock and roll in spanish. All the littles on the wall watching while the parrot and dog again sleep. The moon like a stopped cannon ball: so little difference between us. I search the corners for you and I am a drunk in a park or a hallway at night. Being in the street is being gone in the largest apple in universe romance of awakening Morning ground— wet buildings light my morning edifice group. Animal, orange, mango, rat, my weekday sleeping as in a barn. The rooster craps, the most uncomfortable hour. Brown instead. My lips! are growing river brown. Below—the house which departs 9 in open fields of round        mechanicalness,           melancholiness invisible autumn The blade days——— like Summer rush Apollo leans. The way the sun comes up, the sun leans. The sun leans less than in the north, but one lean is as good as another. Now it’s autumn, but you would never know. The blade days like Summer, rush metaphorical desert What do we do with lemon nakedness desert arms after ocean prying oneself? This is synthetic day clearly defined on the sleeves of evening and how turned around when rooster barks at six We speak of the streets and they become coordinative, a fountain whose water becomes a vein. ...