Every where I go
Voila! There I am. 

Making a mess. 

Can't even give a compliment
Without pissing off 
Some insecure housewife.

I see you now

from Brooklyn

and on the train, larger 

than green lady liberty.

Tasting of Hurricane

At sixteen, he hammers

black stones

to fit over breasts,

to bless the new wine

tasting of hurricane.

Paint brushes

how many times my mind wanders, 
Journeys, to thoughts of you
Memories that at times fail me

Jacitation
Jacitation

Jacitation

and no Amelioration

Fun now
to take the late train in the evening
Sort of an evening out
even if one is going home.