ON THE WESTSIDE HIGHWAY WITH A BOTTLE OF DRAMBUIE

41

2:32 AM—a long, long

woman cornered by Rauschenberg

A rock dangling from a beak
physics gone wing
to aesthetics

We ended
up on the Westside

Highway with a bottle
of Drambuie

I had no idea
how sticky it was

In the morning it was
coffee on my nose
in a rush

down Broadway to talk
over Reich, attempt

to unbind the armature
to unburden the jellyfish

and it is hard to imagine
how much I look

forward to the stockings
on the tall Canadian

woman—I wonder
if she looks

forward to anything
about me?

42

April 3

Not often is it that I grace
my own eyes

which tend to tend more
removed entities or look out
at some middle

distance in a great float
of thought

April 4

On the street my eyes caught
a glance of a man

cradling a shattered hand
and found myself inadvertently

trailing a discrete line of his
blood five blocks

to where it abruptly petered
out without incident

April 5

Look out the window, fix
your eyes on
one thing, attend

to the words that flutter
around it, now
think about the poem

you just wrote