He showed me his designs of diamond guitars.
There's one in Sagittarius and another
spiraling out of Taurus.

Time and space, there's no death, he said—
just a dark river.
You might call it main stream.

My boss barges in like a brontosaurus
and gives me thirty days notice.
Says he's going to get a divorce

Sell his house and horse,
buy a boat and go to sea
so he can be fancy free.

Then, Buck shows up
with a cow elk tied to a string of ponies,
and I hang the whole thing in the rafters.

This is a lot to process, let alone digest,
for one morning.

Hermes out of orbit, I fume
albeit I see a chance of traveling light.

The Fates warp their loom
to throw a weft of experience.

Orion chased them.
Sterope fell into a faint.

Vulcan set a net to catch
Venus in her embrace of Mars.

Sappho saw the seven sisters set.
She knew love makes a poet into a boar.

You say, "All's fair,"
and I, "Boars have wings."

Hoe the row, queer the wheel.
Queerer still, the elf light—
candle of the warrior.

A memo:
include the weeping
and the hilarious colors.

I breathe—
how certain my love,

And in the window's fog
I trace your form.

In the meadow of midnight,
moonlight gleams through.

Lover, the living wears down,
but I find a luminous, stubborn joy.

crazed. Running about
looking for poems, and
here they are
on the tip of my pen.

Love on the run
—stolen kisses—the spark
and the suffering.

Mixed emotions,
green and orange colors—
a tree of frozen fruit
in this winter's haze.

It's bargain night at the Raven,
but you're too tired for
Shakespeare In Love.