# 542. new york commune (middle line and other help from anne carson

eyes still wide
someone will remember us you say
under the paint
I say someone will in another time
entrain us
remember us even in another i say
exploding myth
you say another time

I would not think to touch the sky with two arms

my home is revolution
someone will remember us you say
in the canyons
I say someone will in another time
of wicked problems
remember us even in another i say
exploding revolution
you say another time

#541. mascot

naked
in costume
always wanted to play
chicken head and chicken feathers
bullies cant catch me
in here apart
naked

i look like part of the team

#540. for william pope.l

i could talk

but could not be heard

for the white flour clogging my veins

my face is caked cake with no sugar or dreams

old man rivers a barking dog to change the schedule by an hour

or an entire history of mirrors broken and so submerged sisyphus

you may follow or just take a picture or write a poem make a choice so

as a king i think this is it

#539. #occupy (photo: sharon gordon, last line: billy bragg

may day
super moon rising
nypd contract is now up
one econo dip from #occupy
“which side are you on boys, which side are you on?”

#538. shooter

alive your pain pried me

open with a dull curving blade

alive in the middle of the muscle world

plump meat oyster me in crisp sea salt chill

pearl liquor decorated moss green weed rough black

gritty shell back tidal scent popped the hinge and slurped

with lemon and sriracha sauce as red as any of your dreams

#537. earth day

when i see the earth
in a picture taken from space
i realize that the planet doesnt need humans 
and may in fact be better off without us. save the earth? 
it doesnt need saving, what we really mean is save our place on the planet.
if we destroy our place in the ecosystem (along with nearly 
countless other species’ places) the earth 
will survive and continue on its 
evolutionary path thru time 
without us.

#536. april climate changed

thriving in the spring
alive in a rain of icy water
cannot be held back to stop the summer swimmer
i have always feasted on my own heart to turn the lonely pain lovely
it is the space between the words
splintered door jams line the way back down unmeeting conversations
unmeeting wishes the color of sea green loud echo
information coded so decoded
that the seasons blend

#535. walking is

concretally clopping poetess overtaking 
my aged steps in the glinty glinty sunlighty and the roar 
rah roar of hudson estuary revolution up
stream tasting the choco chocolahtidah hot sipping hot 
steaming whistle whistle whistle through my 
nose hairs occupy my consciously unsubconciously new york

#534. tell me white wing

her thought down the river
is the way home lies
dark white caps
slap pilings
draw me
to her

as we descend into dream 
no cruelty will matter 
only clear eyes
and a dance
to hold us
together

tell me white wing 
where do you take me tonight?

#533. changes

living in two 
lives and falling
into a deep third world
crashing in unknown dreams
time is kaleidoscope tantalizing
fragrant and clear and shattered
beat the mirrors into shards of rhythm
between the being and the process of being 
which is dancing the sweet thin edge of sorrow

later the cold floor awakens me startling me feet