Disco reasserts itself
though the rains are expected
and an actor’s strike before next month.
Nineteen nights last month I went out dancing, drank Smirnoff’s cold, grappled
with strangers half my age
and half the ones I told about my business willfully made my bed.
I said I was a director and in the noise
of the club my title escaped them.
In fact, I put family photos on film
and spend the rest of my time in middle management.
I may be out of work.
Without the lights on, at what angles do bodies collide?
In this equation, when a train leaves Chicago on Wednesday
at 3:24 heading due South and another train leaves
Topeka the day before will they ever meet?
I have forgotten to factor in the speeds.
Don’t worry—I was protected.
This morning another natural disaster of suspicious origin:
Yesterday, a breakdown in juice communication.
I believe we are holding out from going to the store.
Without paper products or soap, things could get edgy around
When I met her she was an actress on a cable access show and
I was the second grip. I had to stay out of her way.
She looked lovely with a scrim shading her face.
But now on the sudden morning of January, when we fear the
presence of El Niño and are sure we’re going to drown,
she is groggy and the backs of her arms are sagging.
I have forgotten the taboo of intercourse with strangers, on
eating and drinking, on showing the face, on quitting
the house, on leaving food over.
Iron is taboo. Blood is taboo. Sharp weapons are taboo.
Spittle is taboo. Knots and rings are taboo.
To speak the name of any god is to invite the failure of
At my company we do not mention the chairman
except as Himself.
Remodelling doesn’t change
the color of my rugs.
when the Beloved slams the door.
Last month I stopped going out.
This month I unplug the phone,
end my newspaper subscriptions
toss all magazines into the trash, unread.
I cut the phone cord and break the television’s screen.
Now at work to get past language,
I trip the breakers, still the radio, turn out the lights.
At last, isolation. From outside, I appear to be a man lost