The pages are gray dreary dreamy.

My ideas not there at all.

Forgive me for not forgetting

            Shoes should be left in the hall.

The dream forgets its pages.

Ideally we are forgiven.

Dreary doll gray and all.

            Shoe is good to be living.

Every goddamn day

The same thing

Or else I go crazy:

Sit and eat

And think and drink

And try to remember what love is

Then

When it gets too hot

Sleep

And dream of love

Wake up hungry

For love

Work towards love

Until the sun sets

Then sup on love

Then wash my face

Turn out the light

And listen for love in the dark

I come to you fully formed

Not with word but with sword

Fully drawn

            In the image of a song

Ready-made

Free of wrong

Sum total of accepted law

Engorged

           

            With virtue and virtuosity

Witness: Precocity

And precious specimens of

Luminous love and atrocity

Fully aware

And fully present

Peasant

            And proud to smell of it.