ANSELM BERRIGAN

AFTER ALFRED STARR HAMILTON

I thought of a pen cap walking away
I thought of lying between tenements
I thought of a chartreuse anxiety
I thought of gila monster hammocks
I thought of heliotrope ocelots
More like I wonder in threes
More like the summer bum's grenade fantasies
More like a coral drum machine
I wonder if you knew more of eyeball seas
More like a violet warthog's one-second memory
I wonder if you knew more of velvet wildebeest streets
I wonder if you knew more of more yet
I thought of Bruce holding books in the hallway on his knees
I thought of Bruce diving under oil refineries
I thought of Bruce's casual affair with glee
More like a bathtub in the kitchen
More like letting loose our kitties in heat
More like a foreheadia explosion in joyride exposition
I wonder if you knew more of cadmium
I wonder if you knew more of petticoats
I wonder if you knew more of brakelight portals into
the starry grab I borrow
I thought of nothing returning in a long blue coat
I thought of wheeling my things from door to slimy door
More like a more like in the moor lay
More like an ash cascade taking apart the telephone