When I am sitting at my desk and I have feelings It is like I am the lone passenger in a little boat On a sunny windy day. When we are lying down And we have good feelings it is a speedboat skipping Like a stone among the islands I feel we’re in. When we are sitting in bed at five a.m. talking the light On I don’t feel so good I feel like we’re on a ferry For another six hours going back and up and forth And down. At least it’s a boat. When I sit and talk to girls Someplace I feel like I’m in a maritime museum. When we walk together to the pool or park it’s like I’m rowing you across to Banff, and when I Take you in a car to your mother’s house, the Bay of Fundy. At work the coast guard, walking there the merchant Marine, me in my pea coat.
The Man Who Rode the Mule Around the World
The please freak And the likeness monster Follow the pretend family On their journey alone Around the room. In the middle of the night Comes the terrifying cry— "How may I help you" The tree looks down And shakes its head. Under separate cover Of the night, love Stalks the streets. The audit committee Goes into executive session. In a faraway bedroom, A baby smiles. Everything Is happening by the plan. The sound of hoofs on brick. Peach lights in the fog. The bagels are poorly But the beer is handcrafted. A continuous stream of information Broadcast by the insects: At the sound of the tone, Please leave a message. Ah, they will think. No one home. It's good for them to think— Don't do it for them. Feel free to shout at the screen. Feel as free as possible. Feel freer.