large meteor crashed into the

carwash—of my mind

i am in the bed

ancient green blanket—

dresses hanging on a wall—lots

lots of them, one over the other—

she is smiling

still naked

one week after—not even one week

and here i am

there i am

chinatown

a moment extractor or maybe

i am here to solder these two realities

together

with my tongue

what?

maybe i am yanking someone INTO

this

this is loud

ear hurts

dresses stacked up on a yellowish

accidental yellowish whitewall

with

cutouts

from magazines

like anne’s room

only

flirtier

and

wrong

full red colors yellow burst

haze

it’s just a voice

a smile a kick—a heart stops

goes better

these nights fading now

diners closing all around

murmuring shuddering

alone

and a kick back into the water

a man starts his way back into the sea

floating

swimming

restarted

unfrozen red meat

bear

i was born to stomp concrete

a subway was someplace nearby

or rattling by the bed something

went

CRASH under us

rusted grate by that bed—

neon blue

sky

and cloud mass; electric eyes

outside—

dirty air conditioner—behind

my therapist sits on the moon

with his freudian books

and questions about mother

he didn’t understand

my whole life

was a gesture

of appreciation for punk rock

like a kicked-in bedroom wall

or unwed mother baby

party ready

and

clinic bound

we destroyed your generation

your world wars neighborhood bars

became radio signals

falling out of the apollo

like space junk

and booze satellites

we keep our lovers

in our cell phones

under pseudonyms

justincase…

chinatown gets icy

so there

dreaming myself up

was i

perfect in that moment—perfect

chinese bells ringing also—also—

i am a visitor in this kingdom

always

yes

drunks outside were clamming up

for morning—a new showtime or

a series of flow and stop

breaking patterns

we digress

always

at the sheet parts

total wet kiss and

total wet shower

sparklers

on

yard is on fire

we call for help

with

mutual dreaming

and tears

a bear wanders out of the campsite

chewing as he smiled

curbside

“bon voyage nutso”

so long

chinatown

my clumsy

smiling plateau

nice

farewell shiny city

my dreams

dreaming

Night Blooms Sweet

Night Blooms Sweet

just there over that border neal said there is madness

i liked that

i am almost invisible then, almost always

cloaked

as it might be

as it were

in that madness—

mexico

is right at the end of this street

with plastic neon color packages

stuff

hanging everywhere; junk; awesome

people

ancient faces—cars booming systems

easy sunblast into several alleys

the alleys are cleaner than the streets

it got dark

i went back into the shitty hotel

thought about smoking

how i quit

and all those amphetamines

quit those

it’s like drifting

for nothing to do

but see and feel time’s sluggish gait

night blooms sweet

like a pepper in a bowl