You're sad because you're sad.
It's psychic. It's the age. It's chemical.
Go see a shrink or take a pill,
or hug your sadness like an eyeless doll
...
The moment when, after many years
of hard work and a long voyage
you stand in the centre of your room,
house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,
...
You fit into me
like a hook into an eye
a fish hook
...
Love is not a profession
genteel or otherwise
sex is not dentistry
...
It was taken some time ago
At first it seems to be
a smeared
print: blurred lines and grey flecks
...
The world is full of women
who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself
if they had the chance. Quit dancing.
Get some self-respect
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This is a word we use to plug
holes with. It's the right size for those warm
blanks in speech, for those red heart-
shaped vacancies on the page that look nothing
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Cruising these residential Sunday
streets in dry August sunlight:
what offends us is
the sanities:
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Your lungs fill & spread themselves,
wings of pink blood, and your bones
empty themselves and become hollow.
When you breathe in you’ll lift like a balloon
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