hi
Allen
it’s me the
kid who read you
too early in her life and yelped before
the howl can’t you see i really love you
i’m a boy in
a body
of a
girl
me
i had
a mother
too she was gone
but until now i can’t write her poems
easing her death for me lost in the fog
can i be a
blue sailor
with you
and
sweep
across
this world to
hear the voices
louder in our heads and words seeping through
the Hebrew ghosts of our mothers’ tears for
a life torn to
tiny bits
too small
to
pick
up and
put back on
the shelf of show
Allen did we get old in babyhood
is that why passion runs lukewarm tempests
i’m fading in
my only
land
where
copper
painted god
children played with
the sun and all her golden sisters too
before the bearded strangers came with the
ships and fools to
drown in pools
of their
own
made
sorrow
tonight i
want to drink to
you the man i love and sip from your mind
the dirty thoughts the ones with guys and all
that comes with them
if i can
only be
a
mere
armpit
hair of yours
and see what you
have seen and hear the howling of the fears
that haunt all men to their torment in life
so poorly lived
and here i
am for
you
