I have been courting sleep
and catering to its taste in nightgowns.

I have poured it heady, vintage wines

Down from the mountains of Appalachia
and the highs of new love
I’ve come across the extended monotonies

Burnt by lightning    nevertheless
she’ll walk this terra infinita

lashes singed on her third eye 

The moods of the cantaloupe king are moods

Of the melon king in green variations.

Both entered the orange parlor like nations

The model prisoner
edges his way through
the narrow gap between

It means stand still. It means
stay just as sweet as you are
         and where you are and don’t do

if a man has walked a wire 
will it lead to his desire 
was it why he was on fire? 

This world so 
golden so un- 
reachable this 

the train has left the 
station you can’t take it. 
Once the promise has been 

He was middle-aged which 
means that the mixture of 
death and life in him was