If it were that simple, counting
the seconds from red to green,
fingers tapping the wheel,
waiting for the old lady to cross
-If she makes it to the curb by green, good news
-If she makes it and starts heading down the avenue,
Old game of "ifs" which began, innocently
enough, dismembering daisies
he loves me, he loves me not
(& does a stem count as a wish
if you need it?)
So at the farewell party for the German
intern, you realize the velvet wallpaper
looks vaguely familiar, that you’d dreamt
this dark apartment
& in your dream
you were in danger
False calm methodology, flour allergy;
self-scrutiny not a strong point.
I failed the stoplight
but made the moonlight.
One could be one but what if
one were two instead? What if
the other appeared after one had
given up looking?
No telephone to heaven.
“How is a beanstalk like a smokestack?”
Many windows were broken, sir.
Grace flooded us—
"Raises Not Roses" the rallying cry.
Father Bill from St. Joseph the Worker tells us
"God is on your side," so we walk clockwise
for the cameras, a demonstration-
Let Lolita wash & fold—
I’m busy doin’ my bee dance
in the tractor beam.
You know, those Princess Di jokes
are getting really old.
Our devastations became affectations
at the Émigré Club.
To keep a war economy going.
Why he joined the army.
I hate the echo in this line.
Can’t we commiserate
using landlines only?