8.14.99, midnite

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He walks me to my car
that feeling          not
wanting to catch his eye
afraid he'll see something
          mellow
Vermont transplant 5 west
          coast months old
sincere stride
mobile face

she brings the wolves in
          home
          smells victim
stop now before
the fan mail

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2 feet between the
          new lovers
          loving only in
                    the space
will inevitably decrease
with time
          you watch & see
energy is obvious
it's in the eyes
who in the fantasy
          warms up the car
          taps the window
                    table for two
Next time
there will be a
          private joke
He'll show his teeth
remember the cool walk
          She in his head
                    now
          circulating
her face the last
image before he sleeps
          waiting
no surprise to her
          in progression
but the
          tender dawning
          is not
          beautiful
                    and
                    necessary

Prove me wrong

noon

The best worst case
          of          yes
slow down girlfriend
narrating soft,             has
          taken cover
and my lyric blown
          best worst year of
          poetics          so full
and empty          relying
          on dreams to pull
me from this papery mess
          it won't be my
                    vocabulary
It's all
          flesh of woman &
          wetness of ocean
                    stays me
Articulation stops short
intellectually speaking I've
          hit a roadblock
can't not.          can't not.
          can't not          
                                        wander
          
          It's a startled
mess of language no
matter where you slice it.