summer is
summer is the blind witch;
she is looking for the murderers
who took her mother,
or just a motor car driving in Paris
like Lucy Jordan might have wanted
once; warts and all the anxious
immeasurable, summer
was never yet heaven for them;
she is looking for her murderers
so she can be forgiven
stars
stars in the sky like cocaine
wasted,
and water to slake the thirst
of everything else forgotten -
a smear of time
over dried paper,
dead words and hungry ashtrays
and all these incessant “maybes”
are a face to peel off
over every empty pedestal,
and the night wants nothing -
especially not faces and babies
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