[ pREAM 'M THE ATH OF ORPHEUS Bin watkingrpiy through rations of ight and dark thrown Jv awoman i the prime fli, wth cetain powers Bp nose powers severe Limited Ip aborts whone faces Lraey se Bag woman‘ the prime oe Flag her dead postin a bik RalirReyce Fabra landscape of erg and thors a Kevran with const among Hells Angels B ihe precie moment when she ust note them ah the maybers, che smoky Hires Bfthee underground xzcet Desde poet earning to valk backward aginst the windi oes, wtepans, anging wit the wind. To lat ikea des man in a sea of dreamt and falfthove dreams being dreamed by someone se iteen yeas of sleepwaling wth you, radlng agin the Hie, and with te 9/29/68 (one day of equinosi ight after smother Beriyand lt come and eet mpl agaist Brerything i yeding toward foregone conclusion, nly we are ash enough to goon changing ou ives ‘An Ashanti woman its he flsitened basin on her head toletthe water ldedowswarde Yam that woman and that water 9/96/68 1and ihn the basement ee Fe frmace nobed ae Barn J, ou scene, avail parades, Boe consumes, banner, incense, lowers the immense marches? Bsng, ot even the horeycomb, manifests such cont.9/29/08 Late at night I went walking dough your dificult wood, taslepy aller in tha hike of bitter roo, ‘Whe docs speak tome who speaks fo me more and more, ‘put eom a face turned of cared! aay, ight shu out Mos ofthe old leesarers ae inaudible or ded. Prince of che night there are explosions the hall ‘Thebinkboard scribbled over wih dead languages is fling an bling ou cir Terribly for anay Law your mouth inthe wid light saig/68 They #9 ifyo0 cn ell agp ight der ee anes, thc edge of dark rom the edge of dawn, your Tove isi et dough of my words changing minds hadnt my mind ako to suffer changes? “They mess fever, sab the Mister ofthe thos, brut the cells of thought go soting on ignored. teste inner gos shat safes, ite spit ooking wi fom the outed pupils. Wes wl we le cearhese in our Mes again vith the eld edge ofthe night driving us lose together?Go/68 1 Jereare days when sera have nothing ie Rpuespores day ofthe year ltt be or Fp poe meng ten dead wun wrote, gieFoaght reac the ips Fins sieve Io bre you ca tlt me Ja dhe qmneled winter, he and she, sotsde by sie her, touching. ye eh grown senile wt sweetnet Dis cear air ijackedpiy of cco, your ere map The moment whe flog enters he politcal This ouch splits! Sometnes I eam we are oating on water hhandtchands and soking without erro PIERROT LE FOU asyoustand looking at chese lls from dhe unseen Yourself against wallTRYING TO TALK WITH A [Oot inthis desertwe see esting bombs, Scsatimes I ect m underground river Porcine way between deformed cists Fs cate ange of demanding Boring inet ike s locus ofthe run hole LPcollectens, ins we stared in © piovingin he neighborhoods, bakery windows fill ofr, chocolateilled Jewish cookie, the language of evelewers, of suede nots, B retenting wo be dldren [Coming out to this desert, | we maantto change the face of F arving song dl green succulents Satking 2c noon inthe ghost town ‘at sounds ihe the ence of he pase (Coming out here we are up agalnstic ‘Out here fest more helpless sith ou than without you ‘You mention the danger at the equipmentWAKING IN THE DARK The thing that arrests eis lke the wirephoto eowing nothing about itF secon fl of shoes. The street was losing the cy was closing would ne be the hucky ones fake? They were showing [jhe ae dumping animal Mood int the sea “io ing up the sharks, Sometimes every Estar of my body [pp vance deo elie mk {0 tip your finger nt tend write | Putuncardhesmell of | You deeam of damping mein the ee. Benge ofsex Tesnround us,a woodlot | Kevans world, Be nished [7 Bey themselves have wold to the machines B Bralkthe unconscious forest,* Berni Ipsce weigh on differen from mine Dring back ikea sheet Bere en dis Trish there were somewheAFTER TWENTY YEARS Fo women st at a table by window. Light breaks“Two women in he prise o if Their babies are all enough to have Babies Loncines hasbeen part oftheir story fr twenty yar, the dark cgeof dhe clever tongue, he obscate underside ofthe iaginatio, Wile they speak the lighting Mases pepe cating and drinking the same table, those who bathed thee cilden in hesame basin ‘ho kp their secrete from each other And lino history now a he woman of dei ne living in the pee of ie asin city where nothing i forbidden fn nothing permanent op ‘THE MIRROR IN WHICH TWO ARE SEEN AS ONE Sie isthe one you cll ster, no mation wasted or when rapidly aking ofve she stcelooo! buenishes the Battered Retepe chasers picked by hand Pope: he rtrgerstor Bh ope door Boe hears oui pat Bie vied tater, the apricots or hands ae aw with Mhesharp bark, che Bis hsrestsa ite evento Sheiethe one you call te ou lar ke lightning a Biker around her ace Titing her une needs Hhrusting she tenets of your ie ito her hand She moves through a world of India print her body dappled Pith sores the paiey evel at her hip Raling the seein her cotton shitDIALOGUE T getup go to make te, come back hen he says (and this what T ve trough Ts nth ora att 0a orisha fort war thar with me DIVING INTO THE WRECK First having read the book of myth, and checked the edge ofthe knife bade [puton the bodparmor of black rubber the absara tippersTan having todo his Board the surfloded schooner it ere alone Pipere in ade Me adder issays there Hie now what iti fo Orherwse Bisa piece of martme fo go dovn.inde deep clement Tne bere between he refs you breathe dfercny down ere eam to explore the wreck, “The word are parpote. The words are maps. and che wreasares tha preva Trstobe the beam of mylamp stony along he flank than fh or weed the thing Teame fo the wreck and ot the story ofthe wreck the thing hae ane not the myth the drowned face always staring toward the in ‘worn by alt and away int tie hneadbare beautyout the wreck re nto Bie crowned face seeps wth open eyes iy coactice or —— lorsI Twenty-One Love Poemseve in tis cy screens Hiker Pr pornography, wi ence eion vampies, ininedhielings bending tothe lsh bo have to walk. iim as we wale Pep he rimoaied garage, tel conn fenced to gasp cr ies inseparable Fas those rancid reais, chat birt of metal those digraes, Eine re begoniaperdoul ashing fm a tenement sil xsores high Belong ong ie ain ba Fes junior hightesool playground Rone has imagined us We want ove ike wees F sesiores blaring through the salfure a P apped with scars ail xberamtyboding imal pasion rooted inthe cy Sine ben aya des for hows. Tknow what dream: ice Ive been wring or days Hens, carbons, pocmare catered every Eee yan to show her one poemthick ears the feathered gras along way down the upbreathing ais uM foe years of missing each other Yeconly thi odd warp Did ever wath the morning sees a went ny Unb tearing wth pare jo? i Flean tom any window over the cy os Tite here wth nerves tone for your tng? And you. you move toward me wth the same tempo. our eyes are eveating the green spark ofthe blue-eyed gras of ey semen Ie greene wild crest washed bythe spring Aten, yes we thonghe we'd ine forever Aongpine, ant to kno even oa iit [ouch you kong we werent born tanocro snd somehow, each of wil help the oer le, tnd somewete 9h of rm help the other dle {some home from you through the ear ight of spring the Discount Wares, the shoe-store, Pm Iugging my sack groceries ath forthe elevator where ian, tat, deny careelly composed Yes the door alist close on me-—For gi sae hl!cnet into the Kitchen load my bund Fess tee, open te window, puto Nixa Simone Upaking delicious cote deicons msi , Hcy ot buh ight and heavy with you. The mal Metals Xevo of something writen by a man et 7 a bostage, tortured i pion: erp meconsay ake wth hp Dovsaeer sou ety ncurble anges 5 mend words real spn futher wit ears, 1am eying begs err coma the works and you are notin sy arms His apartment fl of books could erack open lo the thick js, the Duging 7 . Tf monsters, ex Once open the Books, you have fhe underside of everything youve loved yen the bes vices have had to mumble cough The slence burying unwanted citven Kenneth ch me he's ben arranging his books sand we sl nave o reckon with Sif ; ping ie woman’ et hie pring her mindWhat kindof beast would turn ts fe into words ad owing words ke these, also living that modulated cantata ofthe wildBp cape writing of the worse thing ofall fine faitre to want our freedom passionately enough Free criblems ofthat desecration of ours vit ean se nyse years back a Sunion uring with an infected fot, Piloctt Bn woman's form limping the long path jing on ancadtand over the dark king down the red rocks to where a soundles eu of white told me a wave had stuck, Hiaging the pl ofthat water from that high, scoring deliberate skid wasnt my mé etal the time nursing, measuring that woud Wel has nished. The woman who cherished Dhersusering is dead, 1am her descendant Dt want to goon fom here wth you Bighing the tmpeaion to make acaeer of pain ow sence voday isa pond where drowned things lve Tanto see rained dripping and b Tes not my own face Tse there, but other faces, Batch fold gold a water lured fever char his inarewtate ie. Tm waiingfor wind shat will en open this yheted water For once, and show me what Tan do for yo, who have often ade the umsamcable naunable for others, even for me. Your dog tranquil and innacent, dozes through ‘our telephone calls. She knons—what ean she know? Ifin my human arsogance Team wo sead her eye fn shee ony ty ct animal thoughts that voice ofthe phe drive throug dhe es farther than dhe desc brain could have foretold ‘hat the planetary nigh ase growing cod for those on the same journey who want o touch ‘one ereaturetanele clear to the end, that without tenderness, wes in ell very peak sa crater. dhe la of volcanoes, making them eternally and visibly ferale No eight without depth, without» buraing core ‘hough ou straw soles shred onthe hardened lava stroking withia ke the aly stooped over her tripod tofeelyourarcerice plowing in my clasp, never fling to note the small jenelke ower ‘at clings to the slowly ateingroek: ‘hat detail onside ourselves that brings us to ours, vas ere before us knew ee woul come, and sees beyondcura ike planets Being cr ghosetowns, amet adres eachother ge ih erent ngage dle mir hog in ary chronicle ofthe world we share Be rules break ike a thermometer, Bree out in country hat has no langage favs we've chasing the asen and the wren Ahrvugh gorges unexplored since dawn Iohstever we do together is pure iavention Bc map they gave ue were ont of date Boyes... were diving through the desert Bbc woman's oie singing ol s0xiv Fewas your vision ofthe plot onfrmedl my vision of You Yous, He herp thy: ante me, on pr white, while weerouched in the open hiteiay nav omiing = for three hours between St, Pere snd Miquelon, ities Inthe close cabin where the honeymoon cou Ave de huddled in each other's lps and arn foster I put ny hand on your thigh Sieh we stayed that way, suffering together fh zon as ifllsufeing Bese weve physica, we tuched so in the presence Hats of rangers who knew nothing al eared less otces vomiting Ue private pa she dia xv THE FLOATING POEM, UNNUMBERED ‘Whatever happen with your bod = wil haut meter, delat oon your lovemaking ke the alae frond thes: helen enn cts chr thet, inate dance of your nipples in mene fling Thisey sever eve—whatever happens this is ithe beds were arrow ike prisoners’ cts ye were ved and did nt sleep together hs was what we found, so chisis what we dié— ting to circumstances Ycould fel Bi esponsile, Ont shew fi not choose, the loser in the end minor Monat onthe tapeecorder Bis sand of Nanhanan i wide enou!enatleast should know the eifference beeen ove and death No poison cup, these are the forces we had range within Rain on the West Side High ro eple miele for once a tremor break the surface of your words Viewrian pet called theBye estrangement yes. As ve fel dawn jg tomate daybreak. Something? a lef of ight ive ecween grief and ange, aspace opens Fen ibe growing colder when Tbegin touch myself again adhesion pull away? Fen soy she naked face crne fom staring backward Bi ook inc the present he je of winter, cy, anger poverty and death feelin part ad sy F mean ooo ing? Past spcaking colily when Tell you ina dream bein his poem, Threat nomics? Mota you fom dhe fae wanted daly ie is and of Manian was island enough ET ce yo know — Bothing in clzation has made simple so picked, halting traverse of pitch Book the faces of thore who have chosen avng ransom in my hea, igh tie Hudson ress New ervey htloved, drowning insert, ear wound round he threat and coking he Hs bai. And his she ith whom {tried to speak, whose hurt, express ead ‘erningaide fom pain, i dragged down deeper ‘and son {shall know Iwas talking tomy owns Te atk lintels, the ue and foreign tones ‘ofthe great round ripped by tone implements the Norzon—when Taal a clef of ight rt es nor without pains osteo the ile, the heavy shad, the gent ight alloted by darkness, something moving frectng he moon, yet more than stonerie th ay, 0h day hei my dy andr i Fil = ie green rushed bleeding out through the snarled ercks of ‘he expesevay Bu wee telingastory about women teyoung men Tews Hivasallaboutyeu beadedand beaded —mistethered and rnicoated ce the TV camera ound youn your sadness reeling storyahoutlore itwasyonr ory Teane and stood onside no pretenses, eat women inthatlovesong fora man ening wentinside te bow scraping the basessing frboyofronding hes (ner ago sth sponding) io cma it an.‘he ship of hope shurdered onthe ccbergs beast. Parted—asstthe fundamental itRAUSCHENBERG’S BEDCizen/Atien/Night/ Mare A county Twas born and lived in undergoes rap and Mageant hange. Tetra ere as astranger. In fact I've fed Beze al along. [Art ertain point realized was no longer connected along any ‘Gnncussrand to the nate of the change, Tea find my pas obey asks me tho i Day/Job/Mace wo Tunch with K, USonian but reently From a Brits university. Deveribed as "our Marrs Barkan pret, already she's got half the department clasiied: Shek easy... He caring thei frat om is lr Shes re acs fhe. Sat Til to make trough. Ask her about corent Brit aborscene she alls about the jnflenee ofthe industrial revolsion on Victorian prose. My aim: get ‘dea ofthis, another dy job, Ax we left the dark publi rextauran the street—ordinary enc coupe af blocks berween aperking lot and an ofieecomplex—br Tntospiting, popping sounds and sudden running The back against, the wal, she beside me. Something happened then everything, A ‘nant oie sereamed, then whine ple sre starting up seemed ples aay but then right tere | dat see any blood. We ra in ie ferent dtections, she toward, Laway fom, she police Cou 1 just show what's happening, No that shooting, il itu bance whatever itwas Pike you ose how dfeenty wee all moe ing, how the Lime allowed to et ehings become knowa grows shorter and shorter, how quickly things and people get replaced, ow ine Changeable Teall could ge: seem Gould 0 em the kind ofle and aking. 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Arr and hoger haa ten cored 8 acommodate age and smal aera see misionswhther on polar orn dese or noe conditions. ‘nes ef ep eof cus deplyd to rien caters The mon of i ga Acntigaton and abogtion of ray in ey dct ico hat he eration of ee tl ur mat get The psa dei this new pagram or repens thi a oan national ody, We ar pried of al nw techni sono ‘a pups i the abition of ru. 2 re hf pvt ts ind abe fly emponedrghteapat| national charters In rin its now rengizd that athens aaces of inn ad unk poses robind ands dsncete bec of 9p) vost th sacl coe oft spaciy fe nowihdapion Broa oft npaciy fori nd subesion coef itary ftorwe cgonstame schF Awinered peeunitserixp ehebud wicky borh re dark Fhe wer enguledin sown prple Socom, noting “The od woustve gone to te dnp Son plunges throng ee new ight This morning’ claus pled ike azama in Massichvets ‘Thin aternoon's feta lke the Moje ‘neds fat other aps rote hough new it becomes farliar From thirteen years back maybe Fone ils te hinges one edges the knives ‘One fsee an ening the other finds t ‘ne sys I'd rather make lve Than go ta the Greek Festival Tue her, agree Anke a strand ot your alt ‘Seeping with you ater Eyer aermidaghtTHE PAINTER’S HOUSEENDPAPERS tae ight grew green a son and soo fhister Consideryoursell toner abasstsing plucked or locked “Gown bya hand its ace related. in shadow, pened gains fedainlinkfence — Consider yoursel ‘oer jou were whea know steel