day witchita
no reason, or
heart here all the time
stay in witchita
my home,
license plate reads
-the waking state.
inner ear listens to
what you leave out
- hemingway
whose name i spell wrong
freud, oedipa
but say,
what if nothing is wrong?
we
witchita women
dream by ourselves
wyoming, plural, me.,
i place i love and sounds
like, a place, id like to be
-gun in the house,
when there is ,
i always
know where it is.
when im hiding a thought,
things are the same,
one eye of my brain.
-and the other eye, with my
hands doing things,
as they would could together,
the lazy one remembers,
what times forgotten
madeline, cookie tin,
cowboy song. ;
-while the working one
walks on,
down the promenade
esplanade, a
duel ; ten steps; turn,
kablooie>
streets of laredo,
topeka, kathmandu...
-no, ha
ill try /and
stay here /for/ yall
pick up the marbles
shells from bullets
snake skin
turtle shell,
healthy, regular regression
happens when you
wake up every day
same tree to greet
same prayer to pray
-imagine one day
that tree gives fruit
bite in to it
center theres
you,
a worm from the past
came knocked gainst your lips
caught you wide open, aghast.
-love me now
-no need for potions
-you're ready for me
-eat me
your eye rolls forward
and the left hand unfurls
clenched for ten20 years
and in it a pearl
-eat me i am a pearl
- eat me im you
-when you
-were a girl
.....witchita woman dreams all night
of corn fields and sunsets, of
dimsum and rice
of a road that gets paved and unpaved
a road in a circle,
a road to a grave
where you drive down the block
-memory lane
-plane jane
-purple rain
-psychic pain
-home again
when it's that time of year
and the pumpkins rot
the girls in the fields
with fires burning hot are my cheeks
and cold is my back
spit the pearl out
and never look back
-just kidding i would never do that
witchita person
climbing the stairs
hands with eyes
with i dont cares
sunsetnight
and next times
too
-if i sell the gun
-i can kill the snake
-with my shoe.
