my darling never having had you
how can I lose you
when I say to myself in a huddle
I lost her
it's a recollection
from another life
you become the span of connection
and surely the fever of then to now
a clue then a choice
but choosing is gone past here
in the stir and cut
now a hint of this love
told and retold
angelic dysanglic bad news good news
then hope the telegift sent
in the other years there were others
who called me able and capable
in the crisis I called
they answered
there was no dodging
come to me
angel dolphin fish
I loved them then
denied after
always no to me
never loved
was a lie
the spit of passion
not love's convection
so long I ran
the waiting spy
boy was I tired
boy was I tired
so long god
and passed out
I have to go now
give me the blankets
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It's from the second part of the book which is
called Undisplayed Spaces
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Here is a poem from my first published book (1984)__ (way back a thousand years ago, in 1984 ~ I don't think I've made any revisions on it except when performing . Then one changes things around... it's fun because then the text rewrites itself according to the occasion.
it seems I may have balled upsome of the lines and forgotten one or two ~
