Even now
I do not know
how to.
You leaned in my
I turned to you
the wanting to: smile.
Easy talk.
Uneasily I reached
eight years back in time
I thought I had forgotten.
You are heart...
but head too...
thinking hard on the nothing
Alice and Dave
(late of the Country Club)
Gave you;
taking what is:
happy in the Eyes,
angry in the sureness,
gentle in the Word.
You are what I did not see
When I was cut
and fashioned into manhood:
winesap cheeks,
long legs in striped wool,
silky-haired, free in Moving.
Who didn't have it
making it come out
anymore, right
Dig,
Who didn't, who
knew about these things
and smiled
to his Self
Dig,
One wants to go to school
Two wants to marry
Three, wants to stay
in School
Dig,
Four makes believe
Five wants to die
somewhere quiet and warm,
making Mudpies that
Dig,
he stares with his Hand
in babbling Topaz
to the Very point.
his Lady could but March
saw and turned inside
Spiraling
a curl and a crack
that he might remember
the Park Bench saying
in green fields,
the singer, who buried
deep in Lady clay
until the Teacher
stopped, fell gently asleep.
On seventy-five a week
on the Lower East Side
March could starve
No One would buy
him... a coffee and cream.