Jacinta

It only happens when you die

when all that is you slides out on the tile

and all eyes turn on hands

demanding why

it’s greater than any drug

greater than chemicals

we think we are, we are not

we are only mixtures

Cold night in Boston

Later on, I sing what I can sing

it is not me, I do not do anything

it is you, some strange harmony

I want you to know they roared

not for me, they roared for what they’d seen

behind familiar doors

we leave applause behind tonight for all the “folk stars”

Cold night in Boston

Later still, stereo low, television no sound

the light is enough, my lover is sleeping in the other room

she is beautiful

two pair in my hand and a bull

I’d give back every pair until two thousand and twelve

just to reverse your fall, leave you standing there leaning cool against that wall

just reverse your fall

Cold night in Boston