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a cat came drifting onto my porch from the outside cold
and with eyes closed, drinking warm milk from my bowl,
thought:

"nobody hears me!(nobody hears me)
as I crept in so soft!
and nobody sees me!(nobody sees me)
as I watched six steps off."

In everywhere we look, in everywhere we look
In everywhere we look, in everywhere we look
In everywhere we look, in everywhere we look
Allah, Allah, Allah in everywhere we look

In everyone we meet, in everyone we meet
In everyone we meet, in everyone we meet
In everyone we meet, in everyone we meet

Rainbow Castle: brown bird, common bird
How's your little twig nest been?
Brownbird: I heard you searched the hollow earth
Have you finally found your long lost friend?

Endless words of "a dream deferred"
Wouldn't have you look my way
So I made the rounds in Germantown

10th track off Ten Stories.

Barren rocks and sand, Bear & Fox held hands,
held like a timber hitch, held candles to the sun
Both faint and fading fast, they walked on, windward
kept time with a pocketmouse, mouths kept mostly shut
Thought broke the silence like a bone

Our house wrapped in disrepair,
A small mouse peeked out from a hole beneth the stairs
Nearby to where my dad sat in his favorite chair,
Thinking about the gov't and muttering a prayer
So I scattered some oats in hopes she'd stay
And sat still to stop from scaring her away-
But she hurried on her little way
And scurried around my mind

On a bus ride into town
I wondered out loud "Why am I going to town?"
And as I looked around at the billboards and the stores
I thought "Why do I look around?"

And I kissed the filthy ground
And in the first dry spot I found
And I didn't have to wonder why I was laying down.

I have my pictures of you, you don't look back at me
A smile I'd almost forgotten, bruises I don't see
Never forgive you for a sky turned from gray to black
Come out and kiss me, darling
I promise I'll kiss you back.
A new head on my shoulder,
A needle in my ear

We met by chance by the row river sign
Our soft fire danced as our tea leaves dried
She hatched our plans in the atmospheric tides
Said, "Let's give up sacrifice this Lent
Well, that joke's long, it's been spent"

So as the fool on the bagpipes played
We kept cool in the parasol shade

Pillary stocks at the gallows tree dock
the crowd grew impatient the clouds threatened rain
Elephant arrived at the Constable's side,
with her trunk locked in shackles, and her ankles in chains

Bailiff: "All rise, all rise, his Honor presides,"
the Judge took the bench to the village brass cavalcade,
Elephant refused to swear the oath,

every thought a thought of you
no more thought, i ought to do...
when there's not a thing we see
or touch we trust is true
every thought a thought of you

every look in search of you
what need for books

Everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt.

"As we melt let's make no noise
Oh the profanation of our love
To tell the world our passing joys!
And we, besides, care less to miss
Our eyes and lips and hands."

The Camel in the desert took a ship across the lake while the Fish in search of water found a Fig with a bellyache, who overheard the waves as they headed for the shore: We're not so sure of separations anymore.

At the Caterpillar picnic, Brother Butterfly stole a rhubarb stem, licked and dipped it in the sugar bowl.
Caught out for Massachusetts in a double-stack train through the Adirondacks spinning like a weathervane.
Gathering & cutting & splitting & stacking the wood, our fuel is neatly piled and we all feel good.

We pretend to care and like we understand, our eyes go soft but know it now: What we're thinking about's your mammary glands and how to sail your birth canal.
We found the pot that fit the lid no less now then when we were smarter did.

We never met, you and I
We were always inside, we were somewhere inside
one another. And I'll live without you love,
but what good is one glove, without the other?

You only ask about my leaving,
well honey I had no choice, so
I call and (when you hear that heavy breathing)

where are the hebrew children?
safe in the promised land.
though the furnace flamed around them,
god, while in their troubles, found them;
he with love and mercy bound them,
safe in the promised land.
where are the twelve apostles?
safe in the promised land.

You might sleep, but you'll never dream
Onward! Progress! Or so it seems.
You might laugh, but you'll never smile.
Come on in and waste away awhile.

When dreams of rings of flowers fade and blur
Giving way to that familiar ill

the bird that plucked the Olive Leaf
has been circling like a record around the spindle of my mind
where the needle's worn the grooves too deep,
and scratched the wax that's blistered from the heat besides
so from any movement in the room -
if my cat walked by the arm skipped!
but to my surprise, my interrupting cat improved
a sound already so severely compromised

In a sweater poorly knit, and an unsuspecting smile
Little Moses drifts downstream in the Nile
A fumbling reply - an awkward, rigid laugh
And I'm carried helpless by my floating basket raft

Your flavor in my mind swings back and forth between
Sweeter than any wine, and bitter as mustard greens
Light and dark as honeydew and pumpernickle bread

Sell the kids for food
Weather changes moods
Spring is here again
Reproductive glands

We can have some more
Nature is a whore
Bruises on the fruit

January, 1979
Saw a terrible crash and I couldn’t help but laugh
As my ear pressed against the past like a glass on a wall of a house in a photograph
My forehead no longer sweet with holy kisses worthy of your fiery lips
I was floating in a peaceful sea rescued by a sinking ship
If I could become the servant of all, no lower place to fall (If could be your servant)
If I could become the servant of all, no lower place to fall (If I could be your servant)
If I could become the servant of all, no lower place to fall (If could be your servant)

Comet streams and the rocket scenes
And cyclone-turning seas
Thy foes profanely rage
Hands washed, Pontius-Pilate-clean
In proud Euphrates' stream
Where no one knows my name

I'll be long, long gone

Hail the blest atomic morn
Unto the earth a bomb is born
The pebble bed reactor core
Up to the sky ascends.

Hail the blest atomic sea,
Its mouth in Oak Ridge, Tennessee
Whose lips--untouched with blasphemy--

"I do not exist,"
we faithfully insist
sailing in our separate ships,
and in each tiny caravel-
tiring of trying, there's a necessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper season sheds its shell
such distance from our friends,
like a scratch across a lens,

My exit, unobserved, my homesickness, absurd
I said "water," expecting the word
Would satisfy my thirst!
Talking all about the second and third
When I haven't understood the first.

Jonah, where's that boat going -
Your ship set with eager sails?

Half-mast land grants homesteading laws
past Dodge Summit toward Athabasca Falls
practicing our Avocets and Gnatcatcher calls
Owl: I laid down my guns where the soldierfish swam
& slept inside the shoe of the world's tallest man
I saw Charlotte Corday with the knife in her hand
(It was nothing new)
I've perched on Steele Dakota's sandhill crane

a note we wrote the other day
to any mice who pass this way
on crumed and sugared countertop:

"we must insist
your traffic STOP."

in their defense, they don't refuse

pale horse songs of a slow decline
sideshow words if the songs don't mind
a few more lines, 'the oil and the wine' (rev. 6:6)
i thought i'd left that all behind
pale horse vows in the sacred signs
at cleo's ferry museum traded for an infinite aloneness to find
wooden signs, helpful signs
like 'imagination is important'

Not one motion of her gesture could I forget
The prettiest bag lady I ever met
Pushing her cart in the rain
Then gathering plastic and glass
She watched the day pass
Not hour by hour
But pain by pain
If I was a basket filled with holes

He made the world a grassy road before our bare, wandering feet...
(He made the world a grassy road before our bare, wandering feet)
Then crushed the stones into the softest sand between our toes...
(Then crushed the stones into the softest sand between our toes)
But we're wondering where to sleep,
Oh, but clever words on pages turn to fragments, circles, points and lines,
And they cover them like carpets with graceful, meaningless, ornamental designs.

Don't waste your lips on words I've heard before
Kiss my tired head.
And each letter written wastes your hand, young man
Come and lead me to your bed
You gave me hope that I'd not lost her
And then thought it rather strange to see me smile-
as I don't do too much smiling these days.

ANGEL:
Friend, it's time to go
DAVID:
Angel, no, I think you've come too soon!
ANGEL:
Sorry, friend, now put your hand in mine...
DAVID:
But, good Angel, don't I get a warning sign

The cure for pain is in the pain,
so it's there that you'll find me.
Until again I forget,
and again he reminds me,
"Hear my voice in your head,
and think of me kindly."
Let me be, let me be..
Lowered down like a casket

Through mostly vacant streets a Baker from the outskirts of his town earned his living peddling sweets from a ragged cart he dragged around.
The clever Fox crept close behind, kept an ever watchful eye for a chance to steal a Ginger spicecake or a Boysenberry pie.

Looking down was the hungry Crow:
When the time is right I'll strike and condescend to the earth below and take whichever treat I like!
The moment the Baker turned around to shoo the Fox off from his cart, the Crow swooped down and snatched a shortbread cookie and a German chocolate tart.
Using most unfriendly words that the village children had not yet heard, the Baker shouted threats by Canzonet to curse the crafty bird:
You rotten wooden mixing spoon!

As the moon rose and the hour grew late
The day-help on the coconut estate
Raked up the dried leaves that fell dead from the trees
Which they burned in a pile by the lake

The beetle king summoned his men
And from the top of the rhododendron stem,
"Calling all volunteers who can carry back here

God is love and love is real,
but the dead are dancing with the dead.
And whatever's charming disappears,
while all things lovely only hurt my head.
As I gather stones from fields like pearls of water on my fingers ends
and I carefully wrap them up in boxes,
safe from windows, from things that break.
As the night-time shined like day it saw my sorry face,

Save my skin, I need a medic
Hold me down, I'm only sewn down.
Save my teeth, show me you meant it
Catch my death, I'm only sewn together.

My eyelids are heavy, and the night's wearing on
Your story's familiar, and your innocence is gone
We'd burn like the morning then break like your heart

It's the smell of hot summertime trash
It's the city noise of a busy street
It's a train derailed and a two car head on freeway crash
Each time we meet

"And if it comes as some sort of a surprise", she said
"That I seem so composed,
I've kept this moment closer to my eyes", she said,