Monday, March 03, 2003

287

THE STUCKNESS

Motors on the windowsill
How I have volunteered
And been turned aside for mooneyes

More time to reject my training
In words in favor of a vibrator --
I mean a vibrating consciousness --
That desperately happy smile --
So close to incapacitation and abandonment --
Unfortunately it omits masturbation
Or limits it -- true love --
About which everybody hates to hear

Most people would rather hear vacuum cleaners
Or random words
Than the suggestion that the utterly private
Experience of needing the smell the scent
Of one other person
To feel certain about what one is doing
Is a verifiable a true-or-false matter

Puppy get away from that dead engine block!