I had a vision of a Venus figurine

quite the looker for a worker down on Allen street

she said let’s take it to a hotel, but I’m in search of Galilee I want someone to sleep with, next to

the cypress trees

I had a vision on the F train that the ravens arrived

flew past the painters and the poets and came for my life

they picked apart my body, I said can’t you use a knife

when I die, oh let me die

civilized

when I,

look in the mirror, I find

what’s going on in, my mind

I wish I didn’t think so much, sometimes

I had a vision of Emerson and his house in flames

six years later his aphasia made him lose his name

into the dark dirt, he leaves this earth just as he came: teeth and bones survive in poems

like conquered graves.

when I,

look in the mirror, I find

what’s going on in, my mind

I wish I didn’t think so much, sometimes

Don’t think so much...