I'll wait 

   for the corn 

 to cook

     breathing in and out 

 sirens blaring 

                            outside the open window 

   fire engines

    is it quiet 

   though 

     i dunno

    i've lost the 

   ability 

  to truly feel

 did i ever have it 

    crying isn't it 

                that's a response

   oh just be 

  who you are 

   and forget it 

  maybe ? 

      no 

 that's not it 

         breathe 

 in and out 

and keep doing that

the noose 

  tightens 

     "first time?"

  another friend 

    is gone 

       

Across 

 the saccharine sea 

    of yesterday 

Marched into the glory days of 

     youth or something 

    you stopped to deliver a profound 

message 

     but invariably forgot 

   the line
  what was it?

the quiet
  aluminum bat
  echo of summer
     has joined
    a bright foggy day
  in Sanny franny
   whoop tee whoo!

crispr bow - tie

       the andromeda of 

          face changing 

     ooh 

   what the fuck
                                                 seems like I've been here before
  it makes no sense
    but the bloom is off the rose
      yet they smell so sweet
        so you comb your hair
       walk down the block
          smile
       fercrissake
                              least a little maybe?
      something will give
                                       when you give it a chance

    

   

death-defying 

   acts 

      of cowardice 

      displayed 

     as 

    a variance 

        in the 

                              time/space paradigm 

   re-programmed 

 as 

                   a sick day/ptl

                                              using known sagan coordinates- 

Imagine!  code 7seven

                               on the upkeep barometer

                                            best to step back now 

                  these ergonomic chairs 

   are killing my back

     sometimes I think 

     that's the point 

 

 

 the baffling 

 mirror 

     of drink more 

        drink now 

        the staid 

 boredom 

 of the 

    hours 

 spent shining 

     shoes 

      or spitting at bugs 

  - leave the green yards 

    their fortunes long 

      spent 

 and delivery 

 now on line 

    with the screams of 

 your mother 

    as the tv sings a lullaby 

    you know it 

   don't you 

but 

whats to be 

 done 

     

Dominique   ©1991

the brilliant 

                  steam of slander

     echoed 

  in the trees

     smoking 

   outside and watching 

    a casual friendship 

descent 

    with boats and 

     money issues 

        can you read the text?

      some liked 

  some not 

   so be it 

    or not 

      chase the wooden dream 

    the arc of the 

       eyebrow 

   oh really?
    gather up the 

   empty glasses 

         and say 

      good job

she didn't care 

 about the stories 

   of glass elevators 

      and running to a house 

  in the night 

                                the oompa loompa painting 

 was gone from the living room

    hell the whole house was torn down 

    something about an old native american 

   curse 

        still George had at least a thousand deer antlers 

    on his barn 

       his sister ran over my dog 

                              driving by the house at 70 miles an hour 

dog got through the fence

                               old halloween midnight black dog
                                            chewed up my books and then got run over

I cried my eyes out

If it's not 

out now 

      slide the past away 

like huck finn

                               or Robinson Crusoe 

      the windows 

 are open 

 but there's nothing 

 to see 

 except 

 the remnants of a past 

 you've pieced together 

 from 

    books 

 and records 

 and maybe 

an old t shirt 

        

         

oh sad 

 cheese whipped 

       fountain of youth 

      california misfix

      misfired 

   in pine tar scandal  - 

 down the bruegel

   belongings 

    starry eyed

      and centrist leaning 

   sad 

 sad 

   oh sad 

    onion rings 

      stay the course! 

    don't get 

                      Walt Whitman-ed
in a patch of dry 

    eyed crying jags

         - I listened and could not hear

-I spoke and could not say

 O Bright lights

    bring on the 

Night please 

   and watch the barometer 

move 

   back and forth

looking at book lots
   on ebay found a seller
in a small town
in NJ where my friend lives
   sent her an email
asking if she knew him
  she said she didn't know him
but he lives on the same street as her
   AND SHE WROTE DOWN HIS PHONE NUMBER FROM A SIGN LIKE THREE HOURS BEFORE SHE GOT MY EMAIL

...weird....