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Love Scene 1
A lake black, deep.
Odorous plants.
Fireflies draw arcs
as they pursue each other.
I dip my hot hand into the slimy water.
I find myself falling.
Love Scene 2
The scene is set, between fleas,
and fat hairy flies
speckled with white dust.
Back and forth, we gaze.
Back and forth applause.
Love Scene 3
The clay fragments of a home.
Objects of days,
once used by our lost people.
Love Scene 4
And what is love, among so much pottery?
The gaping cracks in the terra-cotta?
The stoneware that is not cracks?
The stone before the cracks?
The cause of the cracks?
Their healing?
Love Scene 5
Music on a theme of broken pottery.
Love Scene 6
Through a tiny hole, the sky is falling.
We are inside an hour-glass of sky.
The sand is warm, and look!
Up!
Through a tiny hole, the sky is falling.
Music on a theme of falling sky.
Love Scene 7
Forwards, at pace.
Forwards, like a bullet in a dark saline tank.
Plate glass, somewhere ahead.
The audience suddenly laugh, at each side, lit like speckled white dust.
The clowns perform, a flea circus.
Back and forth, they gaze.
Back and forth applause.
Love Scene 8
And so it ends,
and so it is over,
and so the syrup flows into liquid equilibrium
And so it ends,
and so the gaps fill with the dark fluid
I find myself flying.
I pull my cold hand from the slimy water
Fireflies draw arcs as they pursue each other.
Odorous plants weep.
A lake black, deep.
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