My thoughts thronged a long wrong road
My lost lover lolled an old toothpick
The cells of the body harbor something dire – a secret
they express through slow secretion
Will you please
quicken my breath, the turn, the door, oh goodbye
and 1, 2, 3 1, 2, 3 – the waltz skips the double heart beat –
the creak of departure, the strain of a boat roped
The skirt slaps the skin, the skull slams to sleep,
the sky skids past
I am a morning sneak, a marone, a mortal
I felt the sun come sniff the side of my face
The road grew longer with each step I didn’t take
59 days of nonconsecutive stomachache
Is this what you mean when you say I should grow up
in America
in love, in love, in love, fatal, fatal
at night, in great swarms, as many of us would like to do
In Great Swarms
My thoughts thronged a long wrong roadMy lost lover lolled an old toothpickThe cells of the body harbor something dire – a secretthey express through slow secretionWill you pleasequicken my breath, the turn, the door, oh goodbyeand 1, 2, 3 ...
