i still have a fat lip.
[i can't believe i let someone stick a big needle through my lip!
& i can't wait to be able to put a stud in.]
let's live suddenly without thinking
under honest trees,
a stream
does the brain of cleverly-crinkling
-water pursues the angry dream
of the shore. By midnight,
a moon
scratches the skin of the organised hills
an edged nothing begins to prune
let's live like the light that kills
and let's as silence,
because Whirl's after all:
(after me)love,and after you.
I occasionally feel vague how
vague i don't know tenuous Now-
spears and The Then-arrows making do
our mouths something red,something tall