of heaven

he suggests a small tree
some potted plants
things alive and green
growing on the terrace
a way he says
to give the illusion
of life beyond glass
windows and doors
a gas grill
to barbecue chicken fish corn
some lawn chairs
a table too
an awning for the rain
he says sort of like
stepping into a backyard
to find family friends
beer bottles wine coolers
raised in cheer
a vision
more or less he says
of heaven

 

remembering LA: for Maureen

you sauntered
into the house
for dinner
where three
slightly hungover
writers lived
and asked
in that off-handed
manner of yours
who do you
have to fuck
to get a drink
around here
and though I can’t
remember
who cooked dinner
or poured your drink
I do know
how my heart
lights up
remembering

cowgirl in the sand

genegenegene
do you remember
daviddaviddavid
the three of us
and me singing
cowgirl in the sand
just like neil young
in a park somewhere
’cause i was singing
and dancing to it
today in my living room
remembering
you two and me
and how once upon a time
we were young
and so was the world
so was the world