Flop forward into this half-life,
fall for me. Let the roads be easy
and let the easy be. It's all you can hope for
when the sun's past the years
and hope has half drained away.
So come on and fall. In this half-light
you almost look tall. Your calves
like pale aliens, a waxing tide.
Come on down over to my side
to where the steady wet has come.
It's a long time since we were set in stone.
It's a long time until we're undone.
If you can't rush, run. Spill out of yourself and down the street for spring has come. It's a riot, a full helter-skelter of blossoms and hope, a firework out in the quiet. The long lope of winter slows for it. Autumn trembles below it. A great green goddess is pushing up the horizon and they have to run to keep up or fall. Spring is tossing us between her two hands like a ball. Up and catch and never stop us, never drop us. She knows her game. It's to get every one of us chanting her name. And I'm the same. I want to be your Spring, the queer wild thing that startles you out of your bed with flowers. I want to turn your minutes into hours in
Thunder and lightning have been my kith community, the summer's gnashing teeth my only intervention. It is in the bodies of men and insects that I find joy and sorrow, it is in the hearts of antelopes and gazelle and ibex and okapi that I find piece, my anteater snout knows the curvature of the earth to the seventh decimal, my round eyes orbit the casual tapestry of seeds gone to siddharta planting homes moment to moment, block by block, dinner bell by dinner bell in the quiet meadow where my heart gazes impassively on time and time takes no space, my quiet heart filled with longing seagulls cries and the words of babes, the rough run of the
He knows something
it's as if he were there
for the building of the pyramids,
as if he lived through
I stare back
and wonder how long
the zoo animals
watch each other
through the bars
He stares at me
through an elaborate diamond
I scratch his ear
to break the spell,
I pet him skull to spine,
quickly, the way a busboy
might smooth a tablecloth
or brush crumbs off a chair
at the end of his shift.
It doesn't work,
he keeps his eyes fixed on me
until I feel detached
from my body,
a hundred thousand capybara came out
of a manhole on third avenue by the river
walked up third
and over to Bronx Zoo
to liberate their cousins
and back down third down past the Bowery Ballroom
and the skeleton of CBGB
and onto the Brooklyn Bridge
I should have known:
something was coming ;
the Haredim in Williamsburg were off the streets
at business-open on a Thursday ;
I assumed it was Saturday ;
I left the house to empty streets—assumed I was hung-over ;
I hadn't slept off Friday ;
I hallucinated a guinea pig the size of a Fiat
eating my neighbour's garbage bags
and his two square feet of yard
a casual lover fucked
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