You are surely lost.
xxxxThe waiting room
Your birthday cake
Here, take this pill.
xxxxxxxxxIt knows Vladimir. It knows
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxcommunists of all nations. It says
kids everywhere love life. And intend
to love life
xxxbeyond music xxxxxbeyond breath.
If the Russian comes by
at midnight in the rain, just say, hey, Vlad.
Poets are assholes, tender
lambs of electricity. They have
mouths of mind open to the tone-deaf wind and
a sweet smack of “Ah, thanx, I needed that.”
xxxxx(Their hearts shine pure with the moon
xxxxxand swim to Satin Island true as midnight sky pollution. )
Oh to have birds cooing
bells ringing tofu frying and unusually
high energy levels!
To feel that stealthy familiar of a new poem coming up mechanical on the clank machine!
It carries you through a wall.
It knows just what you mean.