Drunkenness or doing what you're not supposed to
or not doing what you're supposed to.
Short of breath and sweaty.
Dense. A brain like glass nothing sticks
a mind's eye like glass
what I can't figure
the faint breath there
something passing or just passed.
In the morning no cigarette smoke inhaled
over toothpaste.
What full head What empty stomach What spotted hands.
The shape of his
head is not the shape
of the world. It satisfies itself
there.
Have some grapes. Two
breasts. Breathing behind them. Ships
just back out. He makes
the round in his head.
If this were a method one stays
awake.
Ethics explain one's position.
I carry my head with me wherever
I go.
I bring you
this head,
full of breathtakingly
beautiful
images of yourself
and put it in
your lap.
Now I breathe
more quietly.
Now you pat me.
Now I sign.
In a moment or two
I'll get up and
be a man again.
the soul is not a little man
operating in the heart or head
all right but who is that little guy
it's not something you did
It's something you said
that will always be stuck in my head
In going from room to room in the dark,
I reached out blindly to save my face,
But neglected, however lightly, to lace
My fingers and close my arms in an arc.
A slim door got in past my guard,
And hit me a blow in the head so hard
I had my native simile jarred.
So people and things don’t pair any more
With what they used to pair with before.