some nights language remembers me

from somewhere in these states of mind, i listen, yes. i'll wait, & sing. you know, this salutory existence is peculiar: a swing around, a catch, symphony. to dance like i mean it, always: they seem to appreciate it. drained all out/remembering. maybe if i quit smoking i'd catch my breath, but the bounce & gasp of it its own game, some dangling, some hopscotch for your gin. less verbiage, tense-shift, gold&glory. some years ago i could have told. antiseptic

in the teeth of this: analgesic does not mean obsessive. my puns should entertain but not uplift; i'll leave the pictures for that. twist around, crane to see: some exercise, a fall. later is tired: time zones, old lines of communication, wit & misinterpretation, smoke rings. if only you could see. indefinites: slick glare, analogy. my bridge to back caught, too many ropes, too long dodging: i'll craft you a sweet periodical (run: sentence) for my pains, self-fulfilling, elliptical. some time ago there were other ends, but that was years & time zones away, some strange city. ah, glory-sparkle: blood&honey. i've got a web.

snarl, tangle. my ashtray is full. i've got an angle or two, some desire. when i go home, when i go home, i'll remember, & you'll forget. have i been drinking? wouldn't you know, wouldn't you; o you of the distance, you of the angle & mark, your cutting edge of past, anger. some specter to grab you as you go, to cling to your shoelaces, your belt-buckle; no, it's not like you think. you're a correspondent; i'm from the front lines, your journalist, your editor, your redeemed. but you won't sing to me: pull-back, compliment, harangue; run along home, cowboy. trackmark of intravenous caffeine injection. the best time's been spent; don't point at me. when i step out of the cab, i'll be home: & i carry my liquor with me, in the blood.