Everybody’s out to get you,
In the night,
in which death,
the connecting link and the dominant thought,
the surging swell, the ringing sound,
the fast wave of a word’s breath
the unconscious, supreme bliss,
the essential mercy of pain
comes closer
closer, the poor soul sat sighing by the window
made, cut open, missing
made, made man; made, made woman
singing all blue willows, his head on his knee
naked, perforated body, begging for affection
you do not keep your fingers out of the bars
housing this ill body of mine
animal shaped with its broken bones and lust
looking at a tall sunflower in the face, with all its seeds
and holding its small swollen heart
the preservation of love goes on, wine-stained and torn
when i am caught thinking about anything i want
everything was gone, then you showed up
needing desperately, the support and friendship of others haughty, dis-tant, standoffish,
crying needing strange combination of no-one
and are you nobody? and are you nothing? and are you anything at all?
we're all gonna die
just give me the best of me
of loving grace