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Pace in place
Where the wandering sound
Mentions me. "Hey use and mention
Vampire! Get the
Morning clean." The personal is
An ad. How much did you get for your
Hot love when the British invaded
The flat of Illinois? Wanna get restless?
And staring down from the shelves,
Selected Writings of Edward Sapir,
A Palestine for lemurs
Hidden in the language's crosswords
Anyone can leave behind
Conjugating
Adult life's strange friendliness.
The clock makes it across the country.
Let's go get a glass
And do karate until we sing along with the bouncing
Girls, hi-ya! hi-ya! I don't know what that means
When people say "I don't know what that etc"
But I do recognize a waffle
When it comes flying out of the toaster
And off into space
Like the great poems of great stoners
Who come from a land of
Testing for indifference
Encoded as power grab,
As oatmeal, as backrub, music video
For a blissed out way with words
The author of The Wealth of Nations wouldn't
Quibble out of my better behaviors. So what if we went around
Looking for new ways to alter minds? Associations,
Connotations, what are these but manifestations
Of the impossible weight that holds every book closed;
Look, book, what if I signed up for the old Europe
And its uncontrollable ice ages
Of the spirit? I could tell you about some hilarious dates --
The gorgeous fading rocker who couldn't stop screaming
About Hilary Clinton's criminal past and present, for example --
And some ones that turned out sad a few weeks after the fact.
Let's leave those aside for now. How much weekend
Do you have left? Use is Rome and mention Italy.
Some of them want to use you, some of them want to get used by you,
Some just want to be Annie Lennox
Getting in a cab twenty years ago
As frightening as any truly sexy person
Flings clear of the granite monument.
Climb the mountain with me now
Before I remember how intimidated I am
By wanting you so much, we can play find-the-meaning
In the morning you create with your kiss, your half-kiss,
Your whole back-catalogue of laughter
Built like new song structures out of old chords,
Silences, force, will, whatever. Whatever. Whenever.
