I need the gusts of San
Vicente I find on the balcony
You can have me in
my boxers
You lift the yaps
Mami!Mami!Ah!Ah!
look at
Ray!Ray!--Boy.
come over here.
of the laundry creatures to the
the worn screen door of my ear
Flies walk in thru the screen if they
please
A million angry engines growl
past every night
the bitch barks at everyone
our phone shrieks for money
Throwing the trash I tilt back
these slow ghouls in the night
keep the moon to themselves
I wanna spill of the
second floor and rest my
zorries on the parking lot.
The cars will go wow
Look
a black pickup is
hounded off the road
by red-blue flickering
You hand me their dialogue.
"Yes, Sir?"
"You've been speeding
your headlights
you're drunk
you suck at driving."
"Ok, sir."
"Here's your ticket. be safe."
If
my boxers would slip
to my heels.
run your cold
fingers all over me.
sweep me off my feet
o wind
like
a
lover
WHOOSH me past the sad clouds
ease me on the moon
Alone.
San Vicente, Saipan
Oct. 30.
