dearest(s)! and dearer still! and still more dear!
was afloat in the sea of the sky
(wondered why why why?)
but now i dare now i know now i see
through clouds of snow
greetings from my bubblebath
well, by that i mean my this, my day
whenever i say "bathtub" read "day"
read away!
whenever i say "poem,"
which i won't, read "stay"
the bubbles rise and float,
come to a head, lodge in my throat
yes, there are things i must still
requite and things that are all right and those must stay
unrequited still
you you you are the only thing
the only thing
that i have not done, not right
(i was born to be lonely,
i am best so) (ho ho ho)
mr. solitary, my new lover,
he has just washed my hair
with a certain degree of flair
and already there is talk of betrayed
upon betrayal (out on an outback trail)
(like i said, loves, instead of "love" read "fog"
instead of "poem" use "delay")
love leans against
against my window case
creaks like a tall tree, like a wreck
hey, why do we always fall in love with a fairy or a nymph?
(or something like that) (an imp! an imp!) (but, come on, a
blip? a blurb? a blimp?)
mine is was blue with a pinched nose and a spreckled face
a mr. twisty shirt
imagine, a fate like that like this
like this like that in no time flat
the woods have transplanted themselves
outside my mullioned window splat
and this morning it quaked me awake
to make me feel right and right
at home, o dears, i wrote you a pome!
(a long letter home!)
in one of the panels floats you
and you
and you
(one multiplied by three, if you count
the other one, two)
my little bees
i see i see (i see!)
while i am gone, please
raise my children up from the plain ground
your elves, my pucks and my sprites,
lest they go away to college
(to collage!) lickety split(e)
make sure they say their prayers
to the pale moon and the sleepless sky
lest their mother
one day die
and so far, so far!,
my magic, my book
i have not drowned
have lit my spleef
here, all bathtub long,
heard talk of having made a building sing
(all the women come with singular visions,
all the men just look at to me)
(art art here i art! but with
out an eye with out
gloves a heart)
loves, i am no longer suicidal!
i drove my bike into the short strangled night
was lit by it
by conduct of some star
(mis- of mine (nay, don't say, of your?) own)
i made make my way
some star, three
the outlook is
bubbly is foggy
i long to write and right my wrong
to kiss you drunk and kiss you stoned
and stoned
the outlook
out back
is (i'm coming!) (back!)
(no longer called!)
up up up
and away