Alone in doing
what you've got to do feel
the wilderness of others judgments
'Where are you going to be in ten years-'
do I care?  What if I'm dead?!
They never think as far as eternity
when they consider old age.






Family Yiped

She was his old wife.  She was introduced first.
She was my old life's first lover.  She got together with my second wife.
This is my current wife; that's my current wife's second lover.
Current wife smiles; vacuous on bliss
as current child suckles her nipple.
Ronda, in meshe-white stockings, is running the place.
She had a tryst with second wife before second wife
knows for sure she's a lesbian.  Second wife married, had a kid-
She calls her family husband and child.  Husband
is treating the subject with less than average gravity.
Three people sistered 'round the cherub in bloated bliss
all tasted that man's coke
fizzing from its spigot.
They liked it, but. . .
Well, that's the whole problem now
isn't it?




    SLEEPING STANDING UP

 They're ripping covers of sacred cows
 off their sleepers.   They're
 fluffing cartoon characters' pillows
 to remove their dust.
It's all underwear and shoes
 covered with dirt and 
outdoor aromas.





An Indian Man

An Indian man who
  made jewelry
    poured drinks in 
        a double-wide trailer.
            He talked about his amazing life
	and I couldn't help wondering
	 who the poorest of us was.






How can you not want to?
He's pulled over that cute pickem-up couple--
they riffle their burger king bags innocently
on three beers' slow motions.
He's a short copper.  He's no discrimination case
and that brilliant dull glare of his nine millimeter stares
you right in its holstered face.
How can you defeat the wild hare running
your hand over to that
flimsy leather strap?
It's just a game
after all.





	ANTERIOR CRUCIAL LINEAMENT

   Sore knees inability to move
   cemented sideways look
   at alternative actions
  Liken fate to concrete and 
     motion rules inevitable
  Researching opposites provides the counterbalance clocks
  tick slowly down on
Researching New isn't
researching opposition
    New is under
       no pretexts.






Carmen  Miranda

How old are you?
Too young.
You're cast in a mold.  Your cast
supports you.
You're caught in Technicolor sun.   They annuate
your life.
You are the youth
they devour.






ONE STANZA'S SONG LYRICA	

I want
things you shouldn't speak of.
I want
to be wanted again.
Speak to me of
what I can't utter to myself.
Speak to me of
Love.

(1:Repeat)
(2:Repeat)
    Refrain





Sense insensibilities.

God's speaking  How do you know?  I can hear him at night  
He is not aware of your need to hail him  I can feel the divine fingers
Did you call him to you?  No, but...  Then answer me this:
Who would come to your rescue without being called?
Lots of people, probably  Well?  But I know it's God.
Why?  You know a voice has directed you.
This is not a matter to debate
Then you must not be interested in the truth  Not true!
I know the truth  You know what you want to know
I want to reach God, so what?  
You want with the paint the billboards all get covered with
You are trying to defame my experience  I am bringing differing opinion
You are wrong  How can you be so sure?  I know.  That's all.
I could be God  You!!  Who is to say your voice telling you what to do
wasn't another being watching, or a part of yourself that wants to be God?
I don't have to listen to you.  I am your subconscious.
No, I refuse to believe it  Then why do you hold these arguments
inside your head?




      GLAD BAGS

A happy couple's
matching luggage crinkles
its blast of non-recyclable
           noise.  They are all smiles buying
       their panhandled coffees in

      Dana's all-night rotisserie restaurant,
       shifting their jet-black garbage
       in neat, slippery ransoms
              of everything they used to be.





WHAT A PREDICAMENT!
     A patron pats her pocket-
   Nobody's home today.
  She stands there stuck
 between buying and 
 doing without.





REBELLION

She was hitting the guard over his head with a sturdy wooden stick.  He was staggering, but 
wouldn't fall down, no matter how many blows she dealt.  During this frenzy, she noticed a small 
camera filming the whole encounter near the edge of the ceiling, and directed a single stroke of 
the melee at it.  It shattered with a depressing thud, as if its body were hollow, and the glass of 
the lens was the only thing real.