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Zither Mood 1 you said "sometimes lap dancers wear pearls" you said you'd "give me pearls" found I was laughing in my sleep last night don't know what was moving through my sleep I crave popcorn "popcorn love" just like the boys in Miranda Sex Garden who look so much like girls what was I thinking only noticing the flood light through the window and a wild fuzziness of sensation perceptions juggling together like the two vodka tonics and the sips of McSorley's dark in my tummy I call up these emotions and they set my neurotransmitters popping in stereo--no polyrhythmic layering jamming the system--lower back aching my boyfriend says from too much Pepsi affecting my kidneys why don't I find the Yugoslavian journalist attractive--why ask why when a sliver moon smiles down 2 first thing this morning almost waking--thought "the sliver moon looked down on us" then the phone rang a woman with a chipper voice asked for the number of the former tenant I gave it to her my voice rasping and scratching and even 15 minutes after I found my glasses my eyes wouldn't focus I wonder if you'll call I should clean up my back room and start reading the encyclopedic tome "This Business of Music" on which I spent my last dollar buying last night and trudged through the first snow of the season to find this is a poem of dailiness or is this a poem of dallying this is one of my first days off when I have absolutely no commitments--long time since I've felt this kind of lazy freedom this is a journal like poem a rattling off of minutia with things of great import hiding in the corners--I love what hides in the secret corners of poems like codes begging to be broken have to wake up (stop) my tea is cold NEXT |