Paul Blackburn (a knowledge of whom I owe to Tim Atkins)


the turn of her ass
as it faces you, is

not an invitation


to watch a woman

pissing in open air is
to watch an animal / that naked
like a horse or cow


it happens like this:

               Sweetheart, I'd
like to fuck you every day .
And I'll bet you never think of
                           me that way


what I know is the smell of death in cold rooms

what I don't know is what dies inside me
each time I try to forget that sea
rising and moving away somewhere, the
flowers are dead and a kind of madness in the brain


Let  them say he could kiss one girl goodnight and another

                                              good morning, but let them say
                                              that he chose