IT IS ALMOST MAY

burnt hair

  i am a blonded as deer lick

dear my

  arm is caught

       oh honey

this branch is a hold on

  for life

    for entire existence

  stumble hill 

 i could listen

   to hoof pat

dog wheeze

 i saw sleeping by the open door

 hold my body it is cold

  squeeze tightrr til i boil

singed mane

is this state my pleasant snore

 i am alien to yr past

 & now

strange sight to see

drop my hand in drunk rain

 in other men's eyes

& skin

       stand up to applaud

       sleep in a tent

i wish i couldn't hear the neighbors

i am turning up volume on my things

french music

telephone ringing 

i need to finish this poem

     shake me

    i feel too crazy too

   cant trust you w/o yr small arms around my skull

      beached whale

         hurt boy empty frame

i am hollow

to keep time

  count echoes of clocked heart

    i am kissing you

      & kissing you

         kiss you

i want to be a wonderful man

   worth the time of birds

   yr shoulder

        i kiss

oh honey

this weather is my spell on desert

   glue chick to the nest

   craft yr shoulder out of smoke

   listen to the tick

moments of my surprise you

 i am too

   anormal a dart

       a dancer

      to song in yr body

  stay in bed for hours after sunrise

 eat breakfast in the afternoon

   i could listen

     yr breathe asleep vacation

     smell every flower you pick

        killing them

          me

            the country

    cry in mirrors for all dead things

insideus

   the wine shits

    the time it takes me to write this poem

       to walk from the bars to yr house

        to 

the grocery store

        to cook perfect bacon

        to cry in front of you

        to eat the mozzarella

       to feed ida gourmet salami

        or me

   dear

     please mail me my pants i left

   we couldn't see the sunset

       under the bridge

  goose fishing

       getting high
reading the collected poems of Jack Spicer
    laying my hands across
              the beaches of yr florida
       the small of all of you bay
bay
          new constellation
           leaping horse is not stupid for leaping
    desert map to 4 corners
   rain speckle
        where are my clothes???
                  i have grown so naked w/ you
            so old w/o you
   still surprised by mountains
my heart is race to peak
  as time lost
 time to climb
 time to save $$$
 time to bus to chicago
to drive w/ you
    to stay
           stay
              stay
say honey
w/ yr mouths
   my body fused to
   landscape young
           artist as a portrait  a lady
             a poem for me
 deep fire mind
 unburnt petal
 pollen falling from the sky
   as we smoke
       you tobacco
       me marijuana
  i hope i am not allergic to this world
 sweet honey
         i am drunk too
         i am dying too
         i am an island
 surrounded by blonding kelp & bramble
 dolphin angel
     what does you you smell like today
     i can't bathe when it's raining
            sky tide or is pulling me down moon smile
         there is nothing human abt what we are
    hunting for breathable air
 i never fly
never could
but she is asking me
   to jump as high as i can