things are going       beautifully; the  light is black  
the head  of a poet;                  his dead face filled w/   space;
   white & dark, big  & hot golden years  
on the green  earth's     fertile body  
           [the - age - of - **** - & - snooch -
                               in - art - & - thought];
her    feet browning in the    sun  
****  this place  
& this small    room,              where  things  |
the     living   Jesus wrote are too *******    young
to be   committed to the left-wing  
                                           poetry of   hard   queens;
   the poets' nouns,                  America's ancient war  
   of the              mind lost among the real stars who
knew how to  find  
her    long,     |   clean,           |                               |     hair made of  
         the flames of  hell     calling the  moon;    she                      
called  me instead;
             drunk &  told  me the                    
             German blue universe's [       ] green money           hand  
was thinking   of      death;                        she was a      
         baby   female abandoned          to the streets &  
                    Eli is great  w/;
           kids:     door:      leading to her    *****:  [living]      
           just below her    heart:
                     beneath an invisible     sky:       |       *****:  
future   beauty   Medusa   lives - [           ] in the sea of  blood  
                         & words  
wanted   to go                walking,                     calling  in three Madonnas;  
          coming  
[inside - *** - city - goddess]  
                        *****'s children true hands are pink  
w/ fire; her  open-minded ugly   son     heard [this]
   yeh, I'd   better      write about  the    old cat's high times  
                               [bad - holy - american - dream - poem]  
                                the guy's Greek & he's sweet  
but Igor turns teenage boys
                      into ladies just like his  wife;  
               fully blaming their  cold   fathers  
for the truth   beneath   their human   days  
                 the boy  was  kind  of late;
                 although his mouth  was gay - -
            keeps  rock
            star heaven:  history:   born to work  
I hear  u & drink to the new    century  
       [stone wild; Eve finally    feeling              
        her wet skin     in        the first [                    ] person
                         & [         ] leaving  the [      ] blonde child  
                     wet    set in the  middle of the street
Barbie in the window |  dancing beside | [the souls of lost mothers]:  
                       the perfect dark matter of the deep