CUNT CANDY

			
			within hairy wrap 
			pink skin & 
			dark flesh-cave hole
			pull into biological woman-gut
			inner genitals
			split lake-fish on a bed
			raw, gleaming with 
			streetlight white reflection
			sparkles of finger-printed,
			finger-smeared
			frothy juices
			slick
			soft skin
			suck of kiss
			spirals
			sweet
			ass
			& who she
			is
			how she's
			here
			straddled
			on my face
  
			
			
			
			
			
			
			curled so i'm dancing with my toes on my head

			
			to feel like a seal rising on front flippers
			moaning 
			a zen back-exercise
			nude, too gray


			
			
			
			
			delicacy
			

			
			sweetened night
			smoke & yellow candles,
			old lou reed
			from all the walls & 
			nodding shadows,
			summer's full moon
			over two water-towers
			the city of erie
			my dot in the air
			my love shining smiles
			on our red couch

			
			
			
			jazz in the ass

			
			bubbles & pockets
			pop in slop of intestines.
			beer-gas balloons
			thicker than soap
			roll thru mucky guts,

			
			anything ingested
			grows fast wings & flies.

			
			what a situation
			so thirsty & hungry
			& in love
			with a dream
			first-date.


			
			
			
			
			by another name

			
			
			the word
			was "delusion"
			grew to the
			phrase "delusions
			of grandeur"
			& i say no
			no i don't think i'm famous
			"I'M TEASING!"
			she laughs

			
			
			sounds like 
			i've softly accepted
			yr whip or yr knife.
  
			
			white brightness
			shines off blue lakewater
			deep is dark & green

			
			& murky.  i'm down there,
			a round clump of mud
			on the weedy bottom.

			
			lower than goddamn low
			& wet,
			drowned,

			
			under heavy
			mud offshore
			lake erie.

			
			nobody can
			rightfully
			respond

			
			since i
			allow
			everything,

			
			including
			punishment,
			this poem, & yr old eyes

			
			discerning
			diamonds
			from shit.


			
			
			
			
			
			coming together
			

			
			night whispers
			moans
			delicious hanging nipple
			suckle
			as you pinch
			my little nubs
			we burst prone
			together
			spinning in sheet & space
			a spiral dance
			& finally 
			we peek thru room darkness
			inches between our eyes
			smiling & 
			laughing
			& tickling
			i jump
			for a towel!

			
			simultaneous love!
			sex seeping thru patchouli!


			
			
			
			an unsent letter to ann from 1978
			

			
			i've known things existed i thought existed 
			somewhere among my papers, maybe in the 
			cream-colored filing cabinet, & yes,
 
			
			in a red folder i find a letter between 
			pages & pages of old poems, a letter i wrote 
			but never sent.  it covers both sides
 
			
			of the paper, single-spaced.  i was 24, 
			& she'd broken my heart by then.  i tried 
			acting strong, & cool, but i had
 
			
			come to believe our relationship
			was over, probably forever.  & i 
			spouted intellectual artistic gibberish too,

			
			but today it's utterly fact.  i thought i was
			stupid.  you were the genius IQ girl.  then
			20 years later you're sitting on our single

			
			bed & reading the letter out loud.
			yr eyes fill with red tears.
			"can i have it now?"  you whisper.

			
			yes.


			 
			
			sad the rainy day has turned sunny

			
			
			psyched at 7 this morning
			rain misted thru the fan in our window,

			
			& cool air smelled of rain
			i opened my eyes & listened, sniffed.

			
			nobody realizes how much
			rainy saturday mornings
 
			
			mean to me.  prime smoke & 
			writing time for some 30 years.

			
			sitting in various places on earth
			under morning thunderstorms

			
			has created such an immense,
			intense feeling inside me,

			
			a sensory magic
			occurs.  i think about past
 
			
			situations & people.
			so much changes behind

			
			the bull-dozer of life,
			but it's fine.  rain is earth-music

			
			& i am inside
			a small wren's watery eye
 
			
			at least
			that sparkle.
  
			
			there's sunshine
			this afternoon

			
			& slight pools
			in the parkinglot

			
			are all dry
			now.  locusts,

			
			locusts
			in sunlight.
  
			
			words, well,
			are stripped

			
			of
			music.


			
			
			
			
			between our years

			
			
			marriages, kids, bonds, travels,
			subversive reactions, awed in 
			depression by the 80's,
			complete falseness & total
			loss of all dream we felt
			shld occur, but there were
			exceedingly precious & beautiful
			moments thru everything,
			those rare moments pulsed slower,
			but they inevitably pulsed,
			& we shook some insanity
			out of the brain,
			practiced poverty,
			my stupid jobs flaring every night
			like combat toughened sensitivity,
			i got mean, paranoid, resentful.
			strange.
			long wild pony-tail.
			carried a knife in my work-pants.
			i was writing angry verse, i guess.
			i learned to hate.
			you were my hope, my dream, my 
			vision.  23 years in love with you,
			ann, we are repairing each other
			now.  my adaptable ann.  my twin.
			souls safe in love.

 
			
			
			
			our olive skin
			

			
			you, white & appalachian,
			southern, whose chest reddens
			& flushes by touch, by kiss there,
 
			
			mention the color of my sister's
			skin, & mine, as olive.  i love how 
			you say olive.

			
			
			
			
			locusts
			

			
			behind whirr
			of fan-blades,
			birds, cars, but 
			evening locusts
			sound so electric
			elastic
			pitched with 
			orgasm
			a place of shivers
			earth-threat infestation
			chewing all leaf
			all fruit & vegetable,
			going carnivorous,
			dangerous,
			hungry.