I'd not scintillate in libertine pose
ruminate for crystal provincials


(she swings among cordial keepsakes
he said
���������������� she swings)


clove abacus
���������������� ����in the mainstream
�������� tallies the kiss split into conferences


of March, August, 4AM
piloting surrender nearly done


�������������������������������� low swing
�������� in
����������������the rearview


bon mots lost sashimi in the ocean's breadline
I write by you this traffic accident
sequestered we tell the same story


by oblique extension vague beats physics
it can,
������������ in this
this���������������� ����OTHER poem


negative balances trip the fire alarm


sea glass pocket
������������������������ (gumbo why don't you?)
agate, amber
������������������������ (David Lynch, eh?)


stop me if I've written
this before


~

A Poem by John E

I take Ted to bed
but wake up with her eyes

a blue million miles

raw remembering those eyes
that pass sunlight over a bean
and pick at wakefulness
as Gilroy might eye
the oranges�����spasms
us lyin' blue belly up to gawk

through trees by the million
at a blue tangerine in central park �
we'd speak later of a sequence remarkable
in its time for the delicate
smirk of its wink��������only her walk

her walk������������the warmth
of whiskey, of reserve wine
in my bed where I pick at
crop-circles burned on the rug

only her walk pricks small eyes
small eyes to see
what the drums see, she
he of her poems�����she teethes
garlic eyeing the poems
blue on her feminine tongue
under the troll's bridge

over the blue cut of air
into differences love makes
around my stays�����listen

to the baby we�ve made
me, a Beefheart�����miles to sea
and the name you asked that I twist
into twine and rockets

far like the blue
you listen to


� 2003 by john e and PJ Nights