Nervous yellow experience
boring black hair, safe in cabs
reading Pain Songs & Children of Adam
& another & another, so long as the night is shining
as everyone I know is sleeping
I write the secret of my night & days
How goes the day? strange, strange
even if I don’t share I come to you, freshly forgotten
muscular trees, undulant cobbled ways
ten tons of illusion, murmur of trains
chanting native thoughts full at home
with my health & heavy tomes
I take good notice,
staring up at the geometry of a fire escape O
empty parallelograms, holding a cigarette &
a large bag of sugar. Thinking, when I die
where will my poems go?
Dunno.
