You’re So Vain
You enter a
room, how?
Aloof, sure,
you don’t give a shit, why should you?
All eyes are on
you while yours are in the mirror.
Please don’t
confront me with my failures.
I had some
dreams, so what?
The whole thing
has the smell of the trashy filmed novel about it.
Sunny mornings
with a café con leche & a jelly
donut.
That’s how it
goes, pure inspiration, no method,
a little
cocaine.
It’s not about
you, no, it’s not about you,
[but it is]
You know, don’t
you, that you talk incessantly?
I mean, is it
the ease of technology, or what?
A kiss is
something I might get behind.
Restless nights
in one-night cheap hotels.
A porno-cum-horror-snuff flick on the tube.
Another
emotion-free brand of distortion & distraction.
That’s how it
goes, pure inspiration, no method,
a little
cocaine.
It’s not about
you, no, it’s not about you,
[but it is]
I see you made
the cover of Rolling Stone.
Funny, you’re
no rock star, so who’d you fuck?
Never mind, I’m
not naive.
You tip your
hat, use your scarf like a garrote.
Losing track is
fun the first time, but…
Listen up,
fool, you’re not head of Parks & Rec anymore.
Making it on
the beach with the lonely tourist trade.
Collecting
orgasms in jars to use as night lights.
Still. Why
should I care?
There’s always
another bus around the corner, right?
That’s how it
goes, pure inspiration, no method,
a little
cocaine.
It’s not about
you, no, it’s not about you,
[but it is]
Bright Violence
bright violence says you are hardly this
or that
if children, if soldiers, if children
taken down
(but children are never mentioned only the
blue)
but children are never mentioned only the
blue
a navigation between the stars & the
coast
what’s sought on surfaces too fragile to
breathe
what’s sought on surfaces too fragile to
breathe
which means velocity & obscured &
resurrected
hair falling, leaves, leaf rot, & then
soil
hair falling, leaves, leaf rot, & then
soil
under every deep a lower deep opens
come morning thin air augury’s loon
come morning thin air augury’s loon
space [empty except for the rabbits-hat of
things]
atmosphere nailed together limb by bloody
limb
atmosphere nailed together limb by bloody
limb
a child on a bench hair dissolving into
wind stop
bright violence says you are hardly this
or that
(Im)passable
well,
baby, that’s the way you get along
wearing
your Edgar Allan Poe printed
cotton
blouse
your hair was blonde & you were
cute
the
rosy body lax in a chair of words
I’ve
fixed myself a drink
sewn
my eyelids shut
the
cat yawns its animal secret
page
to page they bury things
honest,
hon — I can’t get over how well
it
works in together —
the first more mythical, the second
less
ecstatic
you
knit your brows like an orangutan
until
the second sweet mouth bites back
