the silence

Or when
the moon
in daylight

hangs
like
forgiveness
in the
morning
air;

you
have
nothing
to fear

it loves
you

and
has seen
it all
before.

Moon

Come
inside me
silver wound
and I
shall step
within
your orbit;
it is late now,
winter,
and nobody
needs
to know.

Acanthus
or tobacco
leaves,
something
broad
enough
to hide
you.

My Bowery Loft

So here I am in my Bowery loft,
start the day with a start-up and end it with a Zoloft;

There on my wall is a Damien Hirst,
John Lennon's head and Yoko Ono's purse;

When I open my window I can hear the sound
of Joey Ramone turning in the ground.

lies

Because every single one of them lied
And flattered our drooping national pride;

Because the best thing since sliced bread
Is watching your white skin turn to red

As you sit and get pissed on a beach in Spain
And take back control, then lose it again.