the old lady summer waits it out till the heat dies and

it’s always someone else’s fault

isn’t it when it changes so slow and

with one flash of the bulb—swish

that picture is made

and

it’s your fault

if you kept

reading

the menu

your name was always right here in the back

next to mine

because

we always loved each other so so much,

stranger

we always loved each other this much before the

screens went on

before the mystery was undone

and we forgot our telephone digits by heart

our addresses not places on a street

or

halfway up a building side overlooking the highway

but things we typed into the beast

the beast

inside us an insecurity and a nagging pang

forever hungry

San Pedro Park Blues

San Pedro Park Blues

this dog started following me

he looked scary

it was only a few minutes maybe

maybe

after the taxi let me off

in this tennis school/school yard

in the middle of a hot texas fucking day

that i knew

ah fuck

no skateboard park here

and

there was this dog

thinking i was his owner

or

i was going to be easy to eat

he looked like a wolf

i remembered

what a neighborhood was

and

was fucked for a ride

because

people don’t take all that many taxis in texas

and

in san pedro park

you just walk home

i guess

that poor wolf dog

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 5

Saturday

Saturday

“Like it isn’t real i get this palm on my neck

fingers moving

so sweet

like it isn’t saturday i am lost talking/listening

man

palms spinning sunlight sparklers behind my eyes

up there in my brains in my brains dreaming

midday

god

i really like you i really always liked you

and

whatever this is

thank god

i surrender

let the light in all the way and bury it all

under the yellow lift of hope

take it

take all that bullshit all that madness all that rocked-senseless

sadness

take it back now before it’s too late, whoever left it

in me

and i cannot see through the warmth

of the shield

of joyful ringing

mashed up like clouds like gamma

and

happy dumb and lifted

man

god

whoa

so so so

yellow sunned this winter

saturday

what a joyful blast of teeth and well

just

just thanks

i always liked you so much,

you summertime

you smiling

but this

this is different

this is

forget about it

and

well like it isn’t real

for that turning of the wheel

in my direction

blueblond neon hue

i am yours

and

i like saturdays

all over

all over again

fuck yeah”

Super Good/Keep Looking

Super Good/Keep Looking

supergood

keep looking

hi

turns out my love, true

is not a concrete lot

sans auto

nice graffiti

big yellow words—bloomed

each letter all curved

mellow and laughing

almost

bent round a sunlit

kiss