Two guys sucking each other in the steam room
didn’ t want anything
to do with me, evidently —
I left them to their comedy.
*
Legato longings:
wish for walnuts, wish for water,
wish to exorcise this morning’ s debauch —
two Fauré nocturnes.
*
In slow motion
Steve tussled with a motorcycle
trying to run me over
on the boulevard of moon smut
splicing together bridges
and lagoons, like the bride
of Frankenstein rushing
to overtake the inert
Real, a mass
of facts, some conjugal,
some comic —
contrapuntal tenebrae!