Time
reaches

(space curls)

around each moment

(the one infinity of
us)

some kind of incantation
to the beyond

Voodoo controls
(oh no he's playing god again)
and using the machines to

speed through time/space

(flesh heat
mind vision

infinite moment of
spider perfection)

Try to find the light again
(and remember that love is the
place where you live)

There is a place
where our hearts
still meet

(beyond the walls
that keep us apart)

When pushed too far
(freedom is where he'll
turn to)

Outgunned, outflanked
slip through a foxhole
(cut a trench through
infinite sorrow)

When I remember to fly
(I'll ride, I swear
I'll ride)

Do you want these poems
can you live through them
remember how we rearranged our molecules
that night

crashed down a peg or two
(with you baby
only with us too)

That space for a minute
is just where we'll always stay
(haunting around that time)

I wonder if the ghosts of us then
feel the ghosts of us now
encroaching

I know you tried to find
a sacred space
(I know you couldn't stay)

She is the center of
my poetry
(a place we never left)

So, anyway
(you are the only one
who reads these poems...)

Do you remember what I told you
on St. Marks Place,

or it was somewhere in the East Village,
or on our way to the East Village
(which is the center of some universes,
or so they say, or maybe not but
you know what I mean)


(some would tell you that Pune was the
center of his universe

Pune and all those
times)

If I recall (and I'm certain of it)
he said something about how
he loved you more than anything
or anyone in the world

It's the kind of truth that
cannot be erased

This is not the place for me
just give me a little cabin

a place to make my peace
a place to make my peace

this is not the place for me
living with all these ghosts

Don't give up on the machines
(they can still free you)

Give all your thoughts away

Not sure what I'm holdin onto anymore
(she's been gone for so long now)

and the freedom
and the machines
and the good times

(and the dreams)

fall back into
my own
holiness

(loneliness of purity)

Free me into the distance
I know I've said this before
(beloved)

You are the dancer
(intertwined with the breath
of my spirit)

Take these poems
as a kind of wine

I wonder what made us jump
or pull the plug
on temporal machine sadness

(our life was mechanical organic-matter
in bio-tandem divine-insurrection)

It's only a paper caslte
she needs to tear down
(take off the paper crown)

He doesn't see it's his blood
not hers dragging him around

(and the machines
and the rusted dreams
and the suicide sweetness
of running free)

flipped back
to the devil down time

This turned down town
cityscape silhouette crown

(for me she bleeds ice and steam)

purer than a snow white dream

purer than a high peaks stream
perfect sunbeam

Take my golden heart

we had the move on
the shake we two

(you grooved on the maximum
take of the few)

man the way she...
right through the mind-sky

Third world dreams
first world cries

(phantom highs)

I still believe in the machines
(her blood is fuel)

Pumping through our tarnished...
(she flew away you know
broken winged and all)

I mean,...yes there are gaps
skips,...memory erasures

(running backwards he answered
all her questions...
embrace on indian trails of
pure darkness)

feel the immense wisdom of absence

Yes we have the dark ones friend
(she got me too)

Rising through ashes
(fires burn anyway)

She's gotta be the dream
syndrome of a shadow-love

Darkness of the signature
(sorry for the cliche buddy,)
written in blood

You should give a wry smile
about now

Wince a little, feel the cut of
ecstasy

I am simply your friend
problematic at best
and the demons you have run from

your love is frayed
in concentric falling


are you tired of angels
we have made
come into the dawn