Love Poem from Detroit
to know that the grass sweats more than we do
that people wear perfume that smells like grass
the long dream of a true downtown
would wrestle us together
in the darkness in the music in the moon and in
the halls
in the music is the knowledge is the
legible persuasion
is the only way to Canada to follow
cryptic laws
where will you go and what will you do
and who will you be without me
your own imperious unicorn
and no one around to show
Posted 10/08/09