The magnetic moonlight the metallic moonlight I turn up the thermostat on Dodge February zero & I down a Special Export You're out confirming the dimmer switch an all-night light an alkaline moon a chemical moon The graveyard stones name several unrelated Millers three blocks from Dodge I bussed past them in a blizzard this early evening with the children from the retarded school down the street the street snowed in like a canal A case like Van Gogh is impossible today there's a filter on the sun the snarled moon the journalistic moon I am a sentimental lover who would sit through a storm to paint the horizon the charcoal moon the whey moon Driving your car after your evening engagement do you feel glamorous you are and I can't wait to touch your face and neck who would lie down and love the earth and the earth tones your dark auburn hair to the shoulder and your creamy belly below rosy white Above all else the figure the figure in the landscape In church? even in church the figures in church the potato moon the moon of the poor Vincent punk Vincent victorious Vincent the bohemian Vincent the great But I want it to make sense it's about love I want to announce that each time we go down on each other tenderly we learn something we hike out in late autumn or early spring before really the earth's opened up hands stiff embracing three paint tubes blue red yellow earth in the cemetery minerals like jewels and I don't think How bad is the pain? It's portable it was born in February green red black yellow blue brown gray The temptation is to stand out in a June rain and enjoy it for itself |