WE two boys together clingingOne the other never leavingUp and down the roads going North and South excursions makingPower enjoying elbows stretching fingers clutchingArmd and fearless eating drinking sleeping loving.No law less than ourselves owning sailing soldiering thievingthreateningMisers menials priests alarming air breathing water drinking onthe turf or the sea-beach dancingCities wrenching ease scorning statutes mocking feeblenesschasingFulfilling our foray.
Dear GoatHow does one fall in love Do you trip Do you stumble lose your balance and drop to the sidewalk graze your knee graze your heart Do you crash to the stony ground Is there a precipice from which you float over the edge foreverI know Im in love when I see you I know when I long to see you. Not a muscle has moved. Leaves hang unruffled by any breeze. The air is still. I have fallen in love without taking step. When did this happen I havent even blinked.Im on fire. Is that too banal for you Its not you know. Youll see. Its what happens. Its what matters. Im on fire.I no longer eat I forget to eat. Food looks silly to me irrelevant. If I even notice it. But I notice nothing. My thoughts are full and raging a house full of brothers related by blood feuding blood feudsIm in love.Typically stupid choice.I am though Im racked by love as if love were pain.Go ahead. Fuck up your life. Its all wrong and you know it. Wake up. Face it.Theres only one face its all I see awake or asleep.I threw the book out the window last night. I tried to forget. You are all wrong for me I know it but I no longer care for my thoughts unless theyre thoughts of you. When Im close to you in your presence I feel your hair brush my cheek when it does not. I look away from you sometimes. Then I look back.When I tie my shoes when I peel an orange when I drive my car when I lie down each night without you I remainAs everRam
Her life with others no longer interests him. He wants only her stalking beauty her theatre of expressions. He wants the minute secret reflection between them the depth of field minimal their foreignness intimate like two pages of a closed book.