A whispering far away

heard by the poet in a bower
of flesh his limbs stir

I’m getting tired of not wearing underwear
and then again I like it
                                           strolling along

We join the animals
not when we fuck 
             or shit

I am stuck in traffic in a taxicab
which is typical
and not just of modern life

Picasso made me tough and quick, and the world;
just as in a minute plane trees are knocked down
outside my window by a crew of creators.

Peaceful room,
peaceful blanket,
large pillow, cold,

as my own noise’s, no
one’s,
listening,

I (the stone) go (don’t
blind you!              even 
                                  know

I seldom remember what
someone was wearing
what color their eyes are

Six days after I put the Audubon Bumper
on the truck I noticed the difference
and Annie sitting next to me