When the rain dropped it was still making green
alive sounds a moisture that refreshes
without satisfying
we’ve been there before
like a cat licking fur that is necessary so
smooth and rough
moving from this way to that way
because that is the way movement is supposed to
happen especially the jaw bones and how
they displace the yes and the
no, the way language is fouled against
the gums and the teeth and the soft palette
of the speaker who gropes for messages. encoded he
writes them, encoded he hears them, and they
are passed on because he cannot keep them
Which wind blowing carries syntax? Which
wind blowing my tiredness that is enveloped
a soft down cushion so I can dream, dream and not
be tired be sleepy be almost dreaming and
remember the last time you remembered
remembering that it is like a fancydance diversion
you are denying me what I
want and there is that taste again
that taste of what I’ve always wanted
3 September 1994
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