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    The Flame

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      the people I imagine

      waiting for me

      are fast asleep

      Marianne on Aylmer Street

      enduring my hatred

      until it rusted

      and naming me higher and higher

      until my view was wide

      enough to love her

      The master of lakes

      made a haze of waterfalls

      over your shoulders

      and you come to me

      breasts soft as sand

      and hard as snail shells

      The master of traffic

      has you followed ceaselessly

      by crystal headlights

      and you come to me

      with beads of sap

      in your small quick kisses

      The master of farmyards

      tethers newborn animals

      beside your long legs

      and we lie apart centuries

      on fields of salt

      ***

      She brought the telephone book

      yellow against her green sleeves

      and white shirted bosom

      She stood in the doorway

      talking to the engineer

      whom she favoured of us all

      After she left he leaned back

      and relit a mexican cigar

      and spoke about mixing vodka

      with milk

      Now my song is in the great speakers

      and it is true as anything

      that makes you dream

      Have you suffered

      for the sake of a bigger office

      Have you betrayed your pain

      which was meant

      to bring you here

      to this altar this sacrifice

      these shackles of charity

      Find your way to be among us

      waiting for the bus

      with the children gone

      and no hope but in the sweetness of each other

      ***

      I’m sitting here alone

      on Christmas day

      I know, I know

      it shouldn’t be this way

      I been calling up some people

      but everybody’s out

      & I been praying to the one

      it’s all about

      I don’t know how I got this far

      from everyone I love

      or why I closed so many doors

      what I was thinking of

      ***

      Don’t come to me

      with your bright ideas

      Don’t talk to me

      about the flowers

      of this

      or any other city

      Your bright ideas

      hurt my eyes

      nor do I love

      your rubber hose

      the handcuffs

      or the kitchen chair

      ***

      because there was never anything better

      I did in the human world

      than to lie down in the fields of frankincense

      with you

      ***

      Monday March 4[?], 2012 Tremaine Front Lawn

      baby, don’t remind me what it’s like

      the only thing I ever cared about

      wasn’t money

      wasn’t fame

      wasn’t family

      wasn’t art

      baby, don’t remind me what I miss

      baby, don’t remind me what I miss

      I drove a thousand miles away from this

      ***

      April 8th 2012 Front Lawn Tremaine

      C’mon brother Trouble

      when you gonna quit

      you stole a bunch of money

      I thought that was it

      ***

      May 22, 2012 Tremaine Tuesday afternoon

      the troubles followed me

      from bed to bed

      i pitched my tent

      wher’ere love led

      no matter where

      I slept and fed

      the troubles followed me & {tailed me}

      from bed to bed

      I pitched my tent

      wher’ere love led

      the troubles followed

      bed to bed

      I moved away

      when beauty fled

      with beauty gone

      the rest was dead

      I knew too well

      what Moses said

      I must not touch

      the body dead

      with beauty gone

      what’s left is dead

      I tried to do

      what’s hard to do

      from showing up

      to loving you

      and loving you

      that was a bitch

      my self-defense

      was getting rich

      and buy off

      your ugly greed

      with every fucking thing

      you need

      the only news that isn’t boring is the truth

      but baby you ain’t telling it

      the only item you don’t want to buy is love

      but everybody selling it

      the sleek silver pen

      it’s supposed to write upside down

      in space

      where I’m really going to have

      nothing to write about

      ***

      July 10, 2002

      all the leaves are shining

      all the birds are singing

      all the wind is blowing

      all the bells are ringing

      please don’t make me say it anymore

      I thought I’d go alone but

      I’m glad I came with you

      That’s a rose

      and that’s a cactus

      They’re the same

      but they’re different too

      ***

      I’ll try to come home

      once I’ve done what I must

      which is what, please tell me

      please tell me what

      I forgot to mention

      the moon and the trees

      and the murderous blood

      that runs through our veins

      I forgot to mention

      the pillars of gold

      and the screams from the dungeon

      the fingernails pulled

      I forgot to mention

      the blank space on my heart

      where nothing is written

      and the plan falls apart

      I forgot to mention

      the unmade bed

      and the card on the doorknob

      says Do Not Disturb

      I forgot to mention

      the skin on my head

      hanging in folds disheveling my face

      like an unmade bed

      you climb up your ladder

      of rumor and lies

      you {slave} work for the master

      you claim to despise

      and you wave at the master

      you never polished

      your talent enough

      content to remain

      a diamond rough

      I’m a weakling a failure

      ashamed of myself / the cards I was dealt

      my balls are so big

      I can’t buckle my belt

      I {swear} strive to complete

      before it’s too late

      some mission from G-d

      I can’t even locate

      I can’t seem to locate

      get down on your knees

      this ain’t gonna pass

      and pray there’s no god

      to punish your ass

      I moan {boast} and I bitch

      at the cards I was dealt

      and my balls are so big

      I can’t buckle my belt

      can’t look in the mirror

      I’m burning with shame

      but I still like to boast

      I’m ahead of the game

      I’m tired of women

      I don’t trust the men

      I’ll try to come home

      as soon as it’s done

      the mighty task


      I can’t even locate

      I’ll try to complete it

      if it’s not too late

      the mission the sanctified mission

      I can’t even locate

      that I can’t locate

      you gave away the factory

      and you gave away my job

      you said it’s for the future {better}

      and you said So help me God

      you said one day I’d thank you

      never gave nobody trouble

      but I’m afraid it’s gonna start

      You gave away the future

      you said I’d have to wait

      It’s for a better future

      but the future’s kind of late

      I see you don’t believe me

      no matter what

      I do

      my hand upon

      my mother’s grave

      but that ain’t good

      enough for you

      I tried

      I don’t know why

      I didn’t care why

      flying a kite

      no wind & no string

      worse than “nothing to lose”

      no juice to be hopeless

      no heart to be sad

      I tried in the wind

      I tried in the sand

      People turning into snakes

      before my very eyes

      I tried to hate

      I tried to forgive

      I tried baby

      I tried to live

      I tried to die

      I tried to live

      ***

      O

      Copenhagen

      Copenhagen

      August 24

      2012

      Room 510

      First Hotel

      The red roofs

      darkened by the rain

      and the eternal

      beginning of a cold

      ***

      Field Commander Cohen is wounded

      call it age or love

      the turret of his Sherman tank

      all slippery with blood

      He who was a hundred lovers

      in a monk’s disguise

      is asking for a cup of water

      from a swarm of flies

      I am the song & not the singer

      take his body

      take his spirit

      Not the boundary

      but the centre

      Save your anger, angels

      the days are coming soon

      when the earth will be

      a mirror

      the sun will be a cobweb

      the moon will be a

      spider

      coming near

      call him Dylan

      call him Jesus

      call him Mister Rockefeller

      I want to reach the people

      that the master did not reach

      ***

      maybe tomorrow will be better

      and the banner raised again

      for the sisterhood of women

      & the brotherhood of men

      ***

      just to breathe the air

      and sip the rare

      nectar of us together

      to give you something

      you might read

      down the road or never

      ***

      All of the lights

      All of the sea broken lights

      of the river

      All of the rhymeless thoughts of the hungry

      ***

      Look at me I’m all alone

      I’m nobody’s fool

      I’m Nobody’s Fool

      and deeper than experience

      I felt a woman presence

      not like anyone I’d left

      or anyone imagined.

      ***

      I swear that I’ll be true

      to the uniform I wore

      to the flag that I salute

      and the promises I swore

      I’ll try to do my duty

      just like I did before

      but I can’t hold you, baby,

      to my heart no more

      I know it’s us or them

      In the world that men call real

      & a flower needs a stem

      you can’t grow these golden flowers

      if the stems be not of steel

      tho’ the stem be made of steel

      Can’t blame you for the cruelty

      when the killer’s at the door

      But I can’t hold you, baby,

      to my heart no more.

      and I’m here between your safety

      and the killer at the door

      ***

      I bow my head

      in gratitude

      to those who gave

      who give so much

      so I can write

      my diary

      I think, therefore I am

      right up there with

      Mary had a Little Lamb

      ***

      and ankle deep in a pool of blood

      your uncle cries at last

      “I don’t care much for the movie

      but the popcorn is unsurpassed”

      & establish the terror

      you long to command

      ***

      When I saw

      how easily

      the hand became

      a claw

      I began to understand

      the study of the law

      ***

      Some people got the blues

      Some people don’t

      Some people don’t got food

      That’s the truth

      I didn’t say that it was news

      I could not slip away

      without telling you

      that I died in Greece

      was buried in that

      place where the donkey

      is tethered to the olive tree

      I will always be there

      To all of you

      with whom I ate the fish

      and clicked my glass

      & never said a word

      before I go

      I want to say hello

      from the stranger who

      lived among you

      ***

      out of the night

      the trees step forward

      a solitary bird

      sharpens its song

      on the stone-grey {mist} dawn

      ***

      Her bread is very sweet

      She baked it by herself

      in an oven on a hill above the sea

      an oven that I built

      it took me several months

      when I lived with her last year

      when we weren’t doing much

      but keeping warm and near

      We watched the different sailboats

      of the rich and of the poor

      the travelers from the cove

      and the [?] from Gibraltar

      We watched them

      then a smoke ring that came from Lebanon

      and we weren’t doing much

      so we waved at everyone

      She phoned me from a long way off

      just the other night

      She’s working in a private club

      and she doesn’t mind the life

      She meant to talk 3 minutes

      while they showed a silent movie

      but we weren’t very busy

      so we spoke till it was bright

      She asked if I was busy {happy}

      and what the weather’s like

      we weren’t doing very much

      so we spoke till it was light

      so we whispered half the night

      I wasn’t doing very much

      & the weather’s right

      & the weather’s been all right

      She phoned me

      from a long way off

      just the other night

      She’s working in a

      Playboy club

      She doesn’t mind the life

      She asked if I was busy

      & what the weather’s like

      I told her that I loved her


      & the weather was all right

      She phoned me from a long way off

      just the other night

      She’s working in a private club

      She doesn’t mind the life

      She asked if I was busy {happy}

      & what the weather’s like

      I wasn’t doing much

      She spent a whole week’s pay to learn

      the weather’d been all right

      & the weather’d been all right

      I know that you can love me

      if you’d only try

      It’s true I killed your brother

      & I’m aiming at your eye

      but these are only droplets

      on the water wheel

      save me all your energy

      & tell me how you feel

      Your songs are very sad

      I hope that you will sing them

      your poems are very long

      I hope that you will bring them

      Just leave them on my desk

      I’ll put your name in lights

      & pick yourself a girl, may I

      suggest the one in tights

      ***

      first you were a clean-shaven fool

      now you’re a fool with a beard

      ***

      what the old laws mean

      why they distinguish between

      what is clean

      and what is unclean

      symbols in the flesh

      have been given you

      so that you may know

      when you may approach

      one another

      I write this on the

      borderline

      who insist that the

      full moon should be

      new and the new moon

      should be full

      I do not speak of sin

      but only readiness and

      hospitality & the wisdom

      of restraint

      ***

      you’ll never understand

      you don’t need to understand

      you’re not supposed to understand

      what it means to be a man

      to feel this overwhelming love

      to be so awkward

      and so tough

      and to know it’s not enough

      to say I want you baby

      I want you

      with my dying breath

      ***

      Aug 21, 1989 Mt. Baldy

      I take the train

      but I do not dare

      to really look at anybody

      riding with me there

      some are poor some are rich

      some are black some are white

      but I don’t know which is which

      in my secret life

      & I’ll never be able

      to bring a little baby

      from my belly to the cradle

      so what if there’s a war

      so what if there’s a fight

      there is no [finer?] sight

      for ever & forever

      nothing can be better

      than the man and the

      woman together

      ***

      Beautiful are the nights in Canaan

      How long will you live in my heart,

      O homeland

      Sleep my darling girl

      A girl is expecting her lover

      She lies in bed listening

      to the train

      Under a greenwood tree

      two boys are sitting, talking

      about a maid, and nothing

      else matters to them.

     


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