A weightless tango devolves
to a postcoital dreamless state.
Brain stars circle and dust showers collide.
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Saint Moonbeam (The alternate-reality, better version
Jerry Brown meets Linda Rondstadt when he’s still in the Jesuit seminary, see. Jerry wants to drop out, but Linda is overwhelmed. She writes “Different Drum” and breaks his heart. Jerry recovers and eventually becomes Pope. Linda realizes (too late) he was the great love of her life. She sings “Long, Long Time” and pines (really pines).
Dreaming my way to you
For all your roads you’ve left
no one real one,
just this scent and broken twig
and heady subjugation.
Why faith doesn’t do what it should do
The lesser god of absence
You don’t want to be in Ubud
At this hour
on this street
if you’re looking for enlightenment.
Or does it indeed begin
with monkeys and chimes
and the gas of a million machines?
A tray of offerings
Footsteps, balance and smoke.
Tarantula
We had a pact, I thought, we two.
You to your bed and I to mine.
The Munduk Accord.
Why then did you make me
slap you down, and crush you
with the butt of my shoe?
Why did you show your face
to my son, and drop us to the law
of the jungle?
If you want to killing your time
Five time zones on the lobby clocks
None of the minutes match.
How can you come and go
When you ought to stay to save me?
Utrecht Journal 