Nervous yellow experience
boring black hair, safe in cabs
reading Pain Songs & Children of Adam
& another & another, so long as the night is shining
as everyone I know is sleeping
I write the secret of my night & days

How goes the day? strange, strange
even if I don’t share I come to you, freshly forgotten
muscular trees, undulant cobbled ways
ten tons of illusion, murmur of trains
chanting native thoughts   full at home
with my health & heavy tomes

I take good notice,
staring up at the geometry of a fire escape O
empty parallelograms, holding a cigarette &
a large bag of sugar. Thinking, when I die
where will my poems go?
Dunno.

If you find yourself stuck, I say ‘breathe!’ 
window weary cabs, with little to see
I failed to admire my brilliant toenails
insolent eyes of the gay bee
my soul enjoys feverish delights
painted picture of a deciduous scene

golden chain long let me breathe
curiously soft adaptation   often I thought
I’d answer, “No!” five fingers
stroking delicate corollas   firm pirouettes
the autumnal sun lingers
if only they flaunted themselves!

philosopher, poet, artist, immortal
the new café   what a wunnerful day
eyeless countenance   silent wheeze
a trumpet he had heard before, women doubled
bringing contrary results   pain under survey 
moldable bronze   invincible breeze