I love my neighbor when she takes her clothes off in the window makes believe that I can t see her draws curtains against the night. Hunan hot and spicy duck and warm brown rice. In the back I know they re spitting in my dinner because the old man cowers from my sight. Tara is mother of all compassion gracious guiding day and night. I rest inside the sunlight blowing through a fish bowl watch the gold ones go for flakes.
North Star spins across another planet.
Allen Ginsberg knows this in his tired graves of ashes. Gere and Giuliani boy in blue bravado. I calm the activities of my body. I m walking.