Waiting to be introduced,
Without wings but without weight, oh light!
As
the fist which has learned how
Waving goodbye, opening and closing up to the air
To breathe. The child
Stares past
his
hand. The blank stares at the child.
Goodbye.
THE CURTAIN STIRS
Alive. Yes and awake. Flowers
Fall through his mind, in one slant, like snow.
The electric toothbrush flames in his hand.
Mozart sweetens the small room.
LSD tears he wept all night,
One hundred for a dead father.
LSD tears, they roll heavy
And burn like molten metal drops.
Now as the drug wears off he waits.
For a mother has remarried.
Oh the man swelled, supple bitch,
And smiled as if he might give birth.
Completely to be shut of both,
Purged pure and bare to all in one's fate
The drug makes possible at last
[The curtain stirs],
out of the shell,
The old self, new and neat as a chick.
This dew, haze softness on waking has opened
His window on the street a crack.
Midnight tolls. The curtain stirs.
