on the train
or more often,
in the teeth of the homeless man's dog on
7th ave.
After the first time
I promised I'd love you in process
after the second,
I said I'd listen to the mundane details
happy
for the rest of my life--
Others,
well I did to them too
myself,
arranged in neat lines
and divided whole.
Deeper into you
a dead sea dive.
Gives me--
meaning
gives me
happiness
gives me--
what.
Stop looking through
something
like water
all shook down until it became
a blurred truth.
Oh Babylon!
I've lost what life is really like,
consumed with how it ought to be.
