Your Secret’s Safe With Me

This particular relationship
So personal but not ethical
Is hopelessly naive

I remember even less than we knew in that moment
A moment where I remember change and other aspirations

I loved every minute of it

For instance, while reading about the worst failure I’d ever read about
I threatened to believe something a friend said to me
Well, two close friends
Colleagues from the committee
They called me to say something, something violent
Like, How do we thank God?

So he plows the weird awful earth, year after year
Through thoughts of language and disease
Writing books on how to shun the answers to questions about exits

This from a man who honors exchange
Only when rebuilding himself, again and again

Suddenly, my concern is the meaning of adjectives
And the distance between the same and the particular

He says, You’re being neither transformational nor sweet
All I know is that he uses thunder to shock the ground
A picture of a perfect listener

Good

For our purposes
A memo about a ship prone to docking on high ground
Is a car in a garage with a garbage bin

A window with a widow and a convert

Singing loudly, splashed by oil
Throwing up rain, systems of faith

The great ground
The left boob

A face kind of long and boring

Baby Faith

It’s a mountain kind of ingenuity

In underwater tribes of lucky ones
We’ll find the guy, experimental in his hopelessness
Known for his modern thoughts about body language
And flowerpots

The kind of intimacy displayed in shop windows
Objectifying milk and cookies
Resolving the need for a show
Left by an important man from the past
Who sought shelter in quantum openness

Oh yes
I’ve heard about that guy