wicked music, down there
they're dancing to it.
In
the balcony
men and their women are with him, trying
some light up and suck, the crazy air
hisses. He might for kicks take you, also
what you like, don't ask him to love it
or not laugh, he's AC/DC
as to God and politics, even sex
is easier than this
extreme case: he isn't nice
or not nice or not funny:
no satisfaction, satisfaction--
more than you want to know and live happy.
DAY OF THE EXTERMINATOR'S VISIT:
Thinking About the Bauhaus
I want to paint everything white
for a Bauhaus world
that starts tomorrow--
the deadline
can never be met. Instead, real living
room for faded rug and pregnant cat,
one on top of the other.
But I would pretend
to s tart all over,
this time with plants
(For Diana)
which would not wither
though often
I'd
forget to water them,
pick off their dead and
dust their leaves;
Cars idling down Beacon Street
Helen Chasin
would bisect the perpendicular of the window
on the left side
moving toward the center;
