If I could remember to remember
meeting you
If I leave
If I would follow
you . . . 

Off you ran through
the red light
never stop
to catch your breath

Winter's over
pricker removed
from my mind
off that place
we tell each other
nothing
you take
with out giving back
'cept to be
just sayin'

Moonbeam
I shine on you too
and that's all day
we can go there together
walk beneath those pine trees

Daydreams
off in the far away
floating
towards that other horizon
that can't be shared
you either see it
or you don't

Long time lost and gone along
the far thrown fields that now are gone
far along the endless shore
ever search for more and more

It's only Wednesday
in this memory
and the molding
is all fresh
and clean
shiney
1977 photographic
essay
on a paint can she
looks towards the wall
wondering if she'll have the time

I'd stand there
off in those small woodlands
watching them
ignoring me

She tells me a story
about her childhood weeping
watching her
loosing her mind
houses off across the hardwood bog
scat of a bear

She's a tyrant
when she's got the jones.

she sends him out
to get what she wants
get what he wants
get in the haunt
all the way to Vermont

She is a tyrant
When she doesn't get what she want
drive in your car 
as far as Vermont

Brockton
Lawerance
Manchester
Portland
Burlington Vermont

She's a bear
when she doesn't get what she want.

Hello bubbles
you've been floating
for a very long time

drifting along the beach
the summer day has ended
see the far away kites
shifting,
bouncing,
dancing
like the highschool kids
on the beach
listening to the good vibrations

If I could hurt you
break you
sift you
what cause
could give me reason?

No reason 
no reason there.

If I could break
my own flaws 
fix my own
faults
scraped
my knee
hid 
behind a desk
they didn't see me
hear me
or ever know that I was there.

And when I got home
no one asked or wanted to know
what I'd done today

If I told you to leave
you'd leave I'd tell you
not to come back.
Pulled out a thorn.

If I told you to stay
you'd eventually leave
take the best piece
give back 
the sound of the wind
slamming on your brakes too fast
and leading
into a curve
you popped a tire
and went shooting off
into the salt marsh
Hingham in the rain

Margin call
on a Friday
He's late
for the Sader
she
tells him
this is enough
we don't need it
let it go
she
carries herself
like a queen
even when she is scared.

Too many bad dreams
on a Thursday morning
he's alone
again
called in

He never heard that news
and when he finally did
he felt awakened
and afraid

I'd share everything
but I know
you don't really love me

All day the rain
all night
those doves
calling out
snow sqaulls
they survive
and lovey dovey
on the roof of the neighbors house

Sudden lightning
I'm not responsible
for your feelings
never thunder

Sudden hunger
for things you can not know
the sound of the hail on the screen

It's only light
not really sleet
a little too hard
not a good time to go for milk

All the roads are slick
the ice truck's at the mall
the police car on the bridge
someone slides
into a spin
and then breaks out of it
car undamage
as if it never happend
these words are too long, imprecise.

Once
in the early morning
she told a story
to her ap
to have it type it
before the dawn
and she liked it.

You stop
when it's too inane
If the transe breaks, 
the phone rings
you head reels
from the lonely thoughts
lonely time
lonely place apart
I'll build a more friendly place.