177.
Tongue the flute lower there is a
deeper music
indefatigably mental a fiddle golf
cart in Judæa
all I have are Promised Lands
spent this life writing down the wind
spread on the lawn to welcome godly
showers
hear the copter see only cloud how
white clouds roar
indecisive moment the taste of glass
the great gate of Kiyiv never opens
never closes
a gate is a man standing in the
desert
Stonehenge is a ring of girls around
a message
they said a storm is coming love gets
lost in theory
revolutions are ninety-nine percent
revenge.
178.
Swimming in rain the lightning swims
with you
we still don’t know what it is this electric
thing
hydrangeas struck by lightning
reading Montaigne in the park
one fugue for a thousand voices
ghosts at midday the darkest time of
soul
wait for the re-entrance of the theme
the bay of Naples
dark as I am don’t confuse me with
the dark
look at the sea through a man with an
old straw hat
the sea you say is not the same sea
or we were tortured by our
differences
I’ve been seeing ghosts all day
a ghost is a man without a man.
