ARRIVAL AT SUPERTOWN

Yes, there was a pretty Ice Skater in her short dress,
Her skates on the floor next to the bed.
Her mouth was cold, of course.

The phone rang. It was a Spy, he said.
He told me to take the Ice Skater outside,
To look straight up.

We did.
We disappeared.
We reappeared.

Now the Skater was a Cinema Star.
I stood beside a movie camera.
Someone shouted, "Action!"

A pretty Policewoman was at my side.
She whispered close to my ear, "We love you."
My life in Supertown.

CROSSTOWN: NO FUTURE

EARLY SUMMER 1987
for Lisa Carver
The last Salem One-Hundred crushed
In definite summer, infinite somehow
What-is is at the same time
As what's-going-to-be----
She opens/closes a magazine.
She lies down, she sees possibilities----
In early spring a punk kid blooms.
In early summer in upstairs rooms----
Fast. Slow. Somewhere.

YOUR POEM
for Nicole Dexter
The millionth flower flows out towards open sea.
I don't know you, you don't know me.
Inside the meat locker tap tap.
I've learned to love my trap.

Nothing is wrong.
Nothing is right.
Turn off the lights.
This is the night.

HELLO, SPOTLIGHT!
for No One
You sing your signature tune on a soundstage.
No crowd, only recordings of crowds.
Flesh, cling to it, you've got it.
You've got the beginning, the middle, and the end of fun.
I know you, baby. I know you well.

AIR ASSAULT ON LOS ANGELES

Silvery coins in a slot.
We stand-by, side-by-side before
The bullet-proof plate-glass window.
It snows.
She wears Trans World Airlines gear.
I have no hat. My suit is gray.
I have adored her for thirty seconds,
Thirty seconds since I ever saw her,
An Adoration escalating fast towards Love,
When I say-- I say "Hi" probably.