you say/
drugs are big business
but
very overrated

no way
baby

cause


it is raining

&

re: the wild journey..

it

reminds me of my aunt

one
hot summer afternoon in the hay

so this morning it was a trip


to think about
the farm
&
granny's house:

the new alzheimer's

beauty lies in simplicity ---
no doubt

her garden
can't ever leave
this place
no apiaries or stars

no one taught us how to hunt
or
lay concrete

or
how to write a love poem

I am:

the motor that always speeds

and

on that bit about being with a calvin klein model
don't worry


not true



�2006 by Tasha Klein

an airy-
see-me-
in-this-bad-light

when from hair you eat sperm or sweet hash
cut the demom because it only weighs your eyes in corners and

he hides in you, in the wee funnel and will move like sandals in
leaves & brambles, like Christ

making circles fall into
whole lines bless all
pinks of spring

you remember when holy nights

spangled your day
when � gondelier glances after sunset
& windows
fell blue over
streets
shaped like
teardrops
silver-bulleted
& unbelievable

dreams woven by fingerpricks , and out-streams

marbles on your flying wings

molecules that splay on
one for every morning sun & campfire , & tiny
roads
lifting up the half-lowered lawn


binding even the lazy tree

a wind rising your blood with strings
to
music words
thrown
into the Sea


wouldn't you

unearth
shells

in tunes above all
first the whole then the flip


into days into days

with a Zeus laugh, so

lazy


into the unbuttoned air
you wait ahead of the
hyacinths



lips touching

white mountains in
a cup



�2006 by Tasha Klein