for now, let me say that the song is simple. it is simple
in the way that a road can turn forever: you can always be walking it,
your foot prints hidden by wind or snow/
each time new: each time your own.
let me say that there is a song
& that i am singing it & that
i will never stop. let me say this. let me say this as they lay me in an oven
& make me in to ash: let me say this as i turn
the ground up with my hands
no longer hands: let me say there is a song
lodged in my teeth like broccoli, held on my tongue like mint leaves,
dribbling from the side of my mouth: i am old this way.
i walk down the street & i see the song in eyes that i imagine as yours
& i begin to sing along: you are pounding out the notes &
my fingers are staves & you are on me: in me. some times
we come together & sound like crying: some times we sound
asleep, forged from sheets, bent together:
some times we are a french horn
bellowing from some where with in the pivot of the sun/
breaking out/ blown away.

12/08/2001

Posted on 12/08/2001
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