Professors in their day dream of gloomy weather,
And these are excuses for them to read books in the library’s
Rookery:
And even I like sliding off my bicycle once in awhile
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I caught myself dancing in the
Front seat of my pickup
Truck with aunt mary in
The passenger seat replacing
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Eyes of raccoons in the darkness:
I have spotted caracoles of nocturnal eyes
Hung over like narcoleptic dreams in the darkness,
While I have thought of you,
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Mountains on a stage overlooking
The fruit market,
And beside her the road home:
It doesn’t hurt to look at her more,
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I’ll have to get drunk to move;
And that’s why I’ve packed my bags, and collected my
Dogs and dolls,
And given proper notice-
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Spilling their contemplations down my throat,
I think of our honeymoon in Shangri-La—
Of all of the plasticine bedrooms attended underneath the
Porcelain moon, as my hand found your ghostish thigh
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On the cattle drive we called someone boss:
The cook carried a bed frame with four knobs
Made of brass;
And it was only the sky that moved:
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Dogs of light and dogs of fire,
Dogs holding their breath, digging under chicken wire:
Dogs in Christmas,
Dogs in the sea, dogs panting under the clotheslines of
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Imaginations of all of those castles—
Over-spilling while the wash is just becoming done,
Over the beds that we cannot realize,
Over the imaginations of the setting sun:
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