more than

bank accounts
browsing history
broken bones and all-time
beer pong records
birth certificate,
and
all the
angles
and
eccentricities of my
bare-
naked
body

holy shit:
I don't want you to see
(so afraid that you will)
my humanity.

Machine

We were once
machine men
infinite, insistent
on finite misery
and if we were
machine, not man,
or not machine,
then what fragile mystery
keeps our machine hearts
so intimately distant.

dear

oh, dear,
i'd give up so much
if only the panache
wasn't
so near

yet

changes and dresses
couldn't make all the spent
affection in your past
mean anything but
embraces and caresses.

Departure

I couldn't help pining for the
mysterious egg-laden mother
who had inspired such mad envy
after capturing my heart with her
spiraling, silk, translucent threads.

Farvel

Still, lengthening evenings,

well-suited to the vapor-blanket

that's setting in today,

would vainly attempt seduction.

Be careful.

They might, at last,

in some final graspings,

seize you slightly

and then let go.

boogie

I think in heaven, first

I'd just want to know

if there ever was a soul

I had to sell at all?

Were it true,

I'd think, well,

how much you think,

at most, it'd cost?

And if false,

I'd say, "That's swell,

but someone, somewhere,

sure as hell got ripped off!"

Sol i København

A minstrel of the gray morning,

the accordion player in the park

sang a little too softly to hear

clearly from the street. I'd been

wandering from the path past

the crane and school and at last

confronted by a light I'd not seen

for what seemed like a year

stuck in the halfhearted dark,

I couldn't keep myself from joining.