Now I Am Going Back And I

No One To Hate Except The Slim Fish Of Memory That Slides In And Out Of My Brain.

Do You Like Me?” No Answer. Silence Bounced, Fell Off His Tongue And Sat Between Us And Clogged My Throat. It Slaughtered My Trust. It Tore Cigarettes Out Of My Mouth. We Exchanged Blind Words, And I Did Not Cry, I Did Not Beg, But Blackness Filled My Ears, Blackness Lunged In My Heart, And Something That Had Been Good, A Sort Of Kindly Oxygen, Turned Into A Gas Oven.

Put Your Mouthful Of Words Away And Come With Me To Watch The Lilies Open In Such A Field, Growing There Like Yachts, Slowly Steering Their Petals Without Nurses Or Clocks.

Depression Is Boring, I Think And I Would Do Better To Make Some Soup And Light Up The Cave.

I Would Like A Simple Life / Yet All Night I Am Laying / Poems Away In A Long Box.