Page V
 
 


 

II


"I see nobody on the road," said Alice.

"I only wish I had such eyes," the King remarked in a fretful tone.  "To be able to see Nobody!  And at that distance too!  Why, it's as much as I can do to see real people by this light."
                                                                                                  - Lewis Carroll
 
 

No man can see truth without believing it.
                                                               - William Blake
 
 

It is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye.
                                                                                                                               - Antoine de Saint-Exupery
 
 
 
 
 

I can hardly remember my childhood but it's there
somewhere the wound I carry with me everywhere I go
 
 
 
 

all the shit that comes my way
I spin bales of straw into gold my room bursting
at the seams with poems
 
 
 
 

I want to weep in public half of my friends dead
          and gone I'm here in Mexico
in the sun on the beach beautiful men everywhere
still I think of them hardly a day goes by
 
 
 
 

we stumble across one another like blind men
in the night your one and only night
 
 
 
 

up past midnight the surf in the distance clear sky above
a thousand stars on which to number my loves
 
 
 
 

words words blah blah blah everybody talks
about life but so few get to live it
 
 
 
 

If I were lonely for you
I would write you a poem so moving
tears would come to your eyes
and you would set out to see me
 
 
 
 

this lust that sings and sings without ears
eyes sex turned to it life passes us by
 
 
 
 

We all claim to be something we're not
we all have some dark secrets to hide
yo, sunlight!
 
 
 
 

mind stilled body at rest
the place I live is roofless
the four corners of my room north south east west
 
 
 
 

Nowhere else to go -
every path I take leads back
to my own heart
 
 
 
 

I was like an unopened book before you set
me on your table for everyone to read and admire.
These words are the trails
of the fingerprints you left all over my body.
 
 
 
 

This life tastes of something ineffably sweet
We go on for days
not taking our eyes off each other
We are the fire, the kettle, the one who
pours and sips something ineffably sweet
 
 
 
 

I was like a lamp whose wick had run dry.
You were warm sweet wine poured from one
lover's mouth to another.
I'll never forget how much I owe you.
 
 
 
 

to L.T.

When we first met, we were both like unpolished gems
set deep in a mountainside.
And now this is how I'll remember you:
ruby heart at the center, green jade for eyes.
 
 
 
 

I've been missing something in my life today -
over Banderas Bay, the late
night moon goes down
 
 
 
 

the mosquito I've squashed
bleeds just like a human being
 
 
 
 

Nothing more to say,
I put my pen down -
in the courtyard one fig leaf falls
 
 
 
 

A summer thorn pricks my finger -
it's been so long since I've told a lie
 
 
 
 

Autumn was on the other side of the window
             I opened this morning
 
 
 
 

poetry's a crock of shit who needs it
show me a poem ever saved one of my friends
                       from dying
 
 
 
 

I hereby bequeath my bleached white bones as flutes
some young boys in moonlit summer meadows years from now
playing the clear high notes I never reached
 
 
 
 

so many moths circle around the night porchlight
so many times I've thought of him
 
 
 
 

the town clock strikes three -
those words of love still ring true
 
 
 
 

these days I can't look myself in the mirror -
wishing I had someone else's life
 
 
 
 

world outside the window, world inside -
I slide the balcony door open just enough
to slip in and out
 
 
 
 

As far as the eye can see
mango, coconut, banana
in the open fields of this heart
 
 
 
 

Autumn heat,
my shirt soaked with sweat -
How happy I am walking on and on
along the Mexican coast
 
 
 
 

It's October -
the time to remember -
the falling leaves tell me that much
 
 
 
 

how he sweats that guy carrying
the 50 lb. bags of ice
 
 
 
 

In my dream of Chinatown streets crowded
with people colored lights the tantalizing smell of food
not one word of english in my head
 
 


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