" because the night...."
Posted: March 29th, 2016, 7:22 am
there is a circadian rhythm
in the poet's eye, the darkness
turns down the focus in the zodiac's
best intentions...the stew
is seasoned with heirloom herbs,
it simmers in winter's final breaths........
I dreamed I was remodeling Patti Smith's
bungalow in Rockaway Beach last night
over and over, in and out of sleep, and
back again, the narrative looking for light
the dialogue brilliant as the sunset, Patti
and I were best friends, then lovers
a man with a hammer and a saw
is always handsome, and a man with
sawdust in his blood is always a stud.
A man knocked on her door
It was Robert Mapplethorpe
I told him to get lost, " because
the night belongs to lovers/
because the night, belongs to lust. "
in the poet's eye, the darkness
turns down the focus in the zodiac's
best intentions...the stew
is seasoned with heirloom herbs,
it simmers in winter's final breaths........
I dreamed I was remodeling Patti Smith's
bungalow in Rockaway Beach last night
over and over, in and out of sleep, and
back again, the narrative looking for light
the dialogue brilliant as the sunset, Patti
and I were best friends, then lovers
a man with a hammer and a saw
is always handsome, and a man with
sawdust in his blood is always a stud.
A man knocked on her door
It was Robert Mapplethorpe
I told him to get lost, " because
the night belongs to lovers/
because the night, belongs to lust. "
