4 Dreams

 

Holmes Holman

 

On the veranda at dusk, overlooking the magnificent grand lawn,

twin miniature ebony pachyderms trumpet across the slate, cross

in front of me as the dark simian leaps into my arms:

(V/O) Now I can solve the case!

 

The Broken Watch

 

A lotÕs going on at the Club, but as I step out and look at my watch

(Round white face and thin red hands) & --  the hands unsproing! In fact

The now single red hand pokes out the casing, like a wire or string, and

I pull it out. Upset, I call the watch company

To get the address

To send it back.

 

ItÕs not that big a deal,

the watch repair guy says. Hold

onto the hand, click and push

the casing and the crystal

should pop off. Then double over

and knot the string and poke

the knot into the little slit in the

center of the face, forcing it gentlyÉ.

 

Hey wait Š I shout into the phone, by now

IÕm walking through a manufacturing district

down by the trains. I donÕt want to become

a watch repairman! I just want to send

the watch in and get it fixed!....

 

By this time IÕm walking into a manufacturing/repair

building with a window in the wall where you talk

to the guys in the shop. A guy behind the window is

 on the phone, and itÕs clear from his gesticulations Š

this is the guy IÕve been talking to on the phone Š

IÕve walked into the watch repair store, although

it looks much more industrial, with a shoe type metal repairing

last covered with glue, lots of greaseÉ The guy takes the watch

and motions for me to wait inside.

 

Inside is an apartment which doubles as a childcare center Š the kids

are just leaving so that the woman whose apartment it is can take over.

The palace is a drop-in hangout scene for actors, and I see my pal Sal

Principato on the TV. Women flirt with me. A guy with no arms leans

his shoulder in at me, his way of shaking hands. The dˇcor is spare,

the feeling warm, welcoming, clean, collegial. A woman in a beanbag chair

beckons me over to fuckÉ

 

The Shoe Store

 

Busy fancy hotel shoe store.

I need a pair of green shoes.

The smart, attractive woman

behind the corner points to a pair

of green alligator shoes, clearly

not my style, so she indicates

the man up the five or six steps

into the real sales area, and she says ŅShuss,Ó

ŅshoesÓ in a strange, dark, thick accent.

 

The man is older, chubby, sweating, working hard.

He indicates the shoes on the wall, well, there is one

nice green shoe in my size, rounded, vaguely clownish

but quite nice, but its mate is blue. The salesman looks

exasperated and says he will go look for a full pair.

 

IÕm left alone and time goes by and time goes by and I go

back to the woman who points to the croc shoes, shrugs,

sort of looks over to the side and when I walk through

the door and up the stairs to the back hall thereÕs

the salesman in a hallway filled with shoes and shoeboxes.

 

We look through them all.

It takes forever. In the end,

I donÕt mind the green and blue pair at all.

 

The Blimp

 

While walking thru a desolate highway/mall/suburban area,

I see thereÕs an airshow going on. A huge plane Š four wings?

And a large, classic science fiction-shaped rubber blimp ship.

Which starts to come straight at me.

I run, but I canÕt outrun it. It hits me, swallows me up,

there is an explosion, IÕm dead.

 

But IÕm still here, and enlist the

parking lot attendantÕs help to find my car.

Where is my family?

People act like nothingÕs happened.

But I am dead.

 

 

Actors die so loud.

 

You can't aim a duck to death.

 

 

 

Born Orphaned

 

I was

A wanderer

I answered

The phone

 

ŅYou have come

here to dieÓ

Not quickly

Eventually

 

 

You

 

A home is not
Something you can buy

A love

Cannot

Be spoken

Here with you, singing

I write this poem

 

 

The Shape

 

We moved through seasons

Like fish

And we moved through the years

Like a gravel riverbed

 

 

Clouds

 

You must close your eyes

            to listen

Your skin tells

            everything

 

Mountain

 

We were in the Midwest

Looking for mountains

The wind couldnÕt go around

And there were no shadows

We called it ŅbedÓ

 

 

Last Night

 

A rain tonight, light on

            the screen

I turn to see you

Looking at me

A night remembered

Like a place

Indelibly marke

On a map

Of us

 

 

Motionlessness in Motion

 

Brought together

By chance and rigor

The poem and

The hand

 

 

What Love Is

 

I put out my hand

Your face is there

 

 

On the Edge of the Old Lagoon

 

Our boat, our boat

Nestling into the lagoon

Your lips

Nestling into neck

 

 

Greek Zen

 

Your eyes come loose

My tongue lies down

ItÕs body partsÕ parade

While you and I hide out

Behind the statue

Of Dark, lit for us only

Bodies disappear in afternoon

 

 

Almost Perfect Gesture

 

Here at the airport connections

            and farewells

But we live here. These tides.

            Our easy breaths.

 

 

Back to Back in the Day

 

When I think of how you

Were before I knew you

I canÕt imagine

Such a world

 

 

Signature of All Things

 

Under your eyelid

The poem never sleeps

 

 

Effortlessly Human

 

Crossing the street

I cannot do it

I turn in the middle of traffic

And come home to you

 

Little Africa

 

If I were young now IÕd be in Africa

IÕve been there three times

YouÕve never been there

We tend the garden and we wait for rain

Dry as it is here on the edge

Of the Sahara

 

 

Anywhere in Particular

 

How did we end up here

In this place, in this bed,

In this sky, in this tomb,

In this shoe, in this kiss

I donÕt care itÕs everywhere

Being here with you.

 

 

Dwarves Up Front

 

Get to the desk

With a ladder

Throw your long leg over

Cut desk to fit chair

Cut chair to fit desk

Cut desk to fit chair

Drill floor so chair fits under

Fall through floor to barber shop

Call it ŅMysteries of the Barber ShopÓ

 

Black Cat Heads on Platters

I wonÕt look back

 

Monkeys on Polar Bear

The grotesque growth

Follows the Grotesque!

 

The Nose of the Barber

The hat of the clown

The great suitcase of dreams

The curtain of eventually

Behind the Senegalese mask

 

 

 

Idea Seed

 

Plant the idea seed

            into the mind ground

and grow the fruit idea

            then get a stomach ache

 

And see which way youÕll follow

            IÕm not! IÕm in

Front of you like a poem

            lying await in the con

 

Tinuous presence it rolls

            a wheel of glass

That feels right on noggin

            & rushes past language

 

 

Internetting: An IM Play

 

Cheri:  hi

 Tom:  o my god it's you!

 Tom:  how are you doin

 Tom:  did you just get home?

 Cheri: modem...

 Cheri: fine, how was bxville?

 Tom:  did you just get home? 

 Tom:  bxvile was a total success, ty

 Cheri: ty?

 Tom:  tanx you!

 Tom:  sd, do the intimite details of my dailiness truly intrigue you? not asked testily,

 Tom:  just curious

 Cheri: they do, why?

 Tom:  it's an email thing

 Tom:  You've Got Mail opens soon, y'know

 Cheri: its so funny that you call me h

 Cheri: sounds like heroin and 

 Tom:  you: Meg Ryan, me: Tom Hanks

 Tom:  and?...

 Cheri: and 

 Cheri: and 

 Tom:  heroin and hope

 Cheri: a little bit mean but you're allowed to be mean

 Tom:  heroin and hookahs

 Tom:  no, I mean,

 Cheri: Meg Ryan Tom Hanks????

 Tom:  it's a long ways and so many details left out

 Tom:  it's curious

 Tom:  they are stars of Honey You've Got an email aka

 Tom:  You've Got Mail

 Tom:  Featured on aol

 Cheri: you mean that remake of 

 Tom:  Times Sq

 Cheri: I mean the sequel of that remake

 Cheri: I FUCKING HATE MEG RYAN

 Cheri: she s so wrong

 Tom:  did you know that Wm Honan came w/ me to Sarah Lawrence last nite

 Tom:  is Tom Hanks Mr Right, hmm?

 Cheri: I didnt know that Wm Honan came with you to Sarah Lawrence but then again

 Tom:  heroin and halvah

 Cheri: I dont know who or what Wm Honan & Sarah Lawrence are

 Tom:  heroin and hoopla

 Cheri: so who are those ppl you spend your nights with???

 Cheri: tell me T

 Cheri: come on T

 Tom:  Sarah Lawrence: one of 7 Sisters, the female equiv of Ivy League

 Tom:  now of course almost all are integrated

 Cheri: oh

 Tom:  The World's First Intercollegiate Poetry Slam

 Tom:  heroin and oh

 Cheri: oh

 Tom:  in bxvl

 Tom:  where sl is

 Tom:  sl vs nyu vs bard

 Cheri: who won?

 Tom:  Anne Waldman!

 Tom:  poetry won

 Tom:  a colleague

 Tom:  if I were yr boyfriend

 Cheri: WOWOWOW

 Tom:  and you were my wife

 Cheri: yes?

 Cheri: curious

 Tom:  we would have dinner with yr colleague

 Tom:  Anne Waldman

Cheri:  nice?

 Tom:  who seems to think i'm rather coolio

Cheri:  what hard questions are there 2b asked on poslam?

 Tom:  is it important cultural moment really

 Tom:  where are the great poems

 Tom:  how does it differ from beats, besides marketing

 Tom:  can we go back to September,

 Tom:  or ahead to blank?

 Cheri: why?

 Tom:  because the time in Canada 

Cheri:  OK: you hate the limbositutation

 Cheri: understandably

 Tom:  it was limbo before

 Cheri: so you want things closer or less close

 Cheri: passive limbo

 Cheri: now it's active limbo

 Cheri: or some such

 Tom:  Perfect Title, may I steal (said he)

 Tom:  Active Limbo

 Tom:  It's active limbo because whyÉ.I must go take a pee

Tom:     Can you  answer the question: how did it, do you have an idea, it would help 

 Cheri: it changed cause you thought that I would be snatched away from the market soon while I needed you more

 Tom:  perfect

 Tom:  except

 Tom:  it gave me hope

 Tom:  and heroin

 Cheri: hope for?

 Tom:  our living together

 Tom:  our love meshing life

 Tom:  sumpin like that

 Cheri: I know

 Cheri: you know I keep thinking about this

 Cheri: obviously

Cheri:  and I saw a th. today

 Cheri: # 3

 Tom:  one of the two?

 Cheri: preview

 Tom:  a trailer of the movie blockbuster soon to be released

 Cheri: lol

 Tom:  a romantic interlude starring MR and TH

 Cheri: yeah I did some screenings before to determine the plot

 Tom:  I'll bet those were hot auditions

 Tom:  so reality set in slowly after the cruel sun set over the Hudson

 Cheri: yeah the guinea-pigs liked it and apparently market-research does have its advantages 

 Cheri: Banff

 Tom:  The cruel Banff

 Cheri: Lake Louise please

 Tom:  The rough Banff

 Cheri: Please Louise turn squirm

 Tom:  Scram damn Banff boof

 Cheri: Louise freeze these 

 Cheri: Assfuckin Banff!!

Tom:   Wait a second now

 Cheri: lol

Tom:   kiss me now baby

 Cheri: Banff is kaputt!

 Cheri: kiss kiss

Tom:   before we drown

 Tom:  In the Brutal Louise! 

Cheri:  the case

 Cheri: I know English grammar theory much better than Canadian

Cheri:  dont ask why

Tom:   i must go take a pee

 Cheri: rotfl

 Tom:  will you wait?

 Cheri: hokay

 Cheri: piss piss

Cheri:  Pisses in the bushes in the trashbarrel

            pisses in the bed in heaven in the beerhall parlor

            maybe itÕs a shit who gives a shit

 Tom:  he's back

 Cheri: Tom pissed off the email

 Tom:  but the piss is long gone

 Tom:  in Lake Louise

 Cheri: lol

 Cheri: see this is why I'm reluctant to feed you Canadian words

 Tom:  poor Tom baby

 Cheri: cause immediately you do some little wordplays in MY LANGUAGE damnit

 Tom:  would it be better if we were together

 Cheri: better in what respect?

Tom:   what are you afraid of?

 Cheri: oh now you talk like this th. i met today

 Tom:  ouch

 Cheri: afraid. lose control, cannot stop things,

Tom:   that's what we've been talking about today, I thought

 Tom:  That there's no talk about our being together

Cheri:  things just went to a different orbit after your visit and now 

 Cheri: we struggle to live with this

 Cheri: and I can only imagine how hard this will be after our next meeting

 Cheri: I'm really just scared please believe me

 Cheri: it's not that I donÕt want to see you

 Cheri: if I was indifferent we might as well have some nice days

 Tom:  for me (can I say that?)

Cheri:  You mean I'm too self-absorbed?

 Tom:  we have gone as far as we could go

 Tom:  very painful

 Tom:  terrifying

 Tom:  as far as we could go, or at least as far as I could,

 Tom:  w/out actually doing something

Tom:   having it be part of life

 Tom:  not a rupture

Cheri:  you sound cranky

Cheri:  i want to get to know all parts of you

 Cheri: and you have ev. reason to be cranky of course

 Cheri: and I'm getting on your nerves, I know

 Tom:  I think I'm too simplistic

 Tom:  will you help me?

 Cheri: but that's OK

 Tom:  all true

 Tom:  let's start with this:

 Tom:  I love this

 Tom:  chattering away on im

 Cheri: good start

 Tom:  words roil and disappear

 Tom:  etc

 Cheri: but you want to see me and see me and see me and you cant see why I donÕt want to see you

 Cheri: cause you make so many accomodations, like you

Cheri:  YOU SHOULD BE CRANKY

 Tom:  what did you tell th. about what yr afraid of (don't have to answer)?

 Cheri: I told her that I'm so afraid

 Cheri: of

 Cheri: that

 Cheri: my

 Cheri: uhm

 

Cheri:  father would CUP my breast again like he did when I was 5

 Cheri: and my mother

 Cheri: uhm

 Cheri: would tell me again that I was lying

 Cheri: no

 Cheri: say lol

 Tom:  lol

 Cheri: you are cranky

 Cheri: you dont laugh at my jokes

 Cheri: you hate me a little

 Cheri: you think: why her goddamit

 Cheri: I told th. that I was afraid of th.

 Tom:  I don't hate you

 Cheri: a little you do

 Cheri: that I was afraid that th. would force me to do things I couldnÕt do

 Cheri: that I hated the ethno-drums of other therapist

 Tom:  oy

 Cheri: that I wasnÕt sure what my problem is

 Cheri: that if she ever said one bad thing about any man I liked I was going to stop th.

 Cheri: and that I wasnÕt even sure whether th. could help

 Cheri: and then some anthropolgy stuff

 Cheri: and she smiled

 Cheri: and said: you're totally right. You should be careful.

 Tom:  She bought that?

 Cheri: bought what?

 Tom:  what anthro stuff did you tell her?

 Cheri: how th. wasnÕt scientifically proven

 Tom:  is she smart enuff?

 Cheri: how different things work in diff. cultures

 Cheri: how afraid I am that if this aint working nothing will cause th. is the thing our culture chooses

 Cheri: to help people out of diff. situations

 Cheri:   so I didnt want to diss th. I just want it to work

 Cheri: She bought that?

Cheri:   bought what?

 Tom:  SD?

 Cheri: y

 Tom:  It's been very painful for me recently

 Cheri: yes

 Tom:  I feel better today

 Tom:  This is a good talk

 Tom:  "talk"

 Cheri: good

 Tom:  is it good for you?

 Cheri: th > I have no idea how smart she is but she was smart enough not to corner me

 Cheri: and not to make me feel like "unconsciously i didnÕt want to do th." like this other woman said

 Cheri: she took my concerns seriously

 Tom:  sounds good

 Cheri: and said that I should stop seeing her when I felt uncomf.

 Tom:  v.g.

 Cheri: and that she wouldnt think that this was something Freudian

 Tom:  no 5-yr old breast-cupping?

 Cheri: (if I left) but just normal concerns

 Cheri: no 5-yr old breast-cupping.

 Cheri: so I said: really? really? you're just saying that arenÕt you?

 Tom:  ......

 Cheri: she said: no. We donÕt know each other, it's difficult, maybe you wonÕt like what I say

 Cheri: nothing complicated

 Cheri: so I thought: 

 Tom:  ........

 Cheri: she gives me the freedom to leave so I can stay

 Cheri: she seems very down-to-earth

 Cheri: funny, normal

 Tom:  downside?

 Cheri: like she could look at life from a non-Freudian perspective

 Cheri: downside: she didnÕt say anything that blew me away

 Tom:  worth another visit

 Tom:  did you cry

 Cheri: almost

 Cheri: but then I saw a package full of Kleenex on the table

 Cheri: and thought: nah

 Cheri: NOT ME

 Tom:  atta girl

 Cheri: atta?

 Tom:  i luvs ya kid

 Tom:  "That-a girl"

 Tom:  "That's the girl"

 Cheri: did you cry?

 Tom:  first time back from the mountain I cried all hour

 Tom:  which is now 45 minutes

 Cheri: oh no

 Tom:  oh yes

 Cheri: poor lil thing

 Tom:  that's right

 Cheri: how sad

 Cheri: why?

 Tom:  I didn't want to leave you

 Tom:  this has been painful

 Cheri: poor little baby 

 Cheri: I'm so sorry

 Cheri: really

 Tom:  yr so sweet to me, tootsy

 Cheri: yeah but I make you cry  how shitty

 Tom:  you didn't kick me out, baby

 Tom:  or did you?

 Cheri: thanks for reminding me

 Cheri: I didnÕt

 Cheri: I think you like closeness more than me

 Tom:  I don't want that again

 Cheri: what?

 Tom:  next time I'll be prepared for distance

 Cheri: what? the French & Indian War?

Tom:   Bombs Over Baghdad

 Tom:  we can work together

 Tom:  and rule the world

 Cheri: us!!! hahahaha!

 Cheri: we couldnÕt even find the keys to the apt

 Tom:  makin fun of me again I see

 Cheri: no no!

 Tom:  must go go

 Cheri: I'm as forgetful I always forget things

 Cheri: donÕt go go

 Tom:  may I come?

 Cheri: please

 Tom:  you love it just like this, don't you, my tender heart?

 Cheri: you have found me out

 Cheri: I do 

 Tom:  prickly ongoing nowness

 Cheri: partly cause I 'm handicapped

 Tom:  ccumm again?

 Cheri: partly cause I wanna gain time for us to not do something wrong

 Cheri: I like it like this cause I prefer longing to closness and b)

 Cheri: cause I wanna gain time for us to not do something wrong

 Tom:  I breathe love in yr ear

 Tom:  yr right, I like the closeness

 Tom:  or, say,

 Tom:  the promise of closeness

 Cheri: and you should like the closeness

 Tom:  like next month say

 Tom:  why?

 Cheri: it's good 

 Tom:  and you?

 Cheri: I like longing 

 Cheri: I liked closeness with my old boyfriend

 Cheri: the daily routines, the shopping & cooking 

 Cheri: I really liked that

 Cheri: but the fact that it would take a while, if ever, for us to have this

 Tom:  ?

 Cheri: leads me to think that I like writing more than cooking & shopping

 Cheri: but as I donÕt want to fly around the world for all my life i want to change this

  Tom: did you cry

 Cheri: almost

 Cheri: but then  I saw a package full of Kleenex on the table

 Cheri: and thought: nah

 Cheri: NOT ME

 Tom:  atta girl

 Cheri: atta?

 Tom:  i luvs ya kid

 Cheri: did you cry?

 Tom:  i cried all hour

 Tom:  which is now 45 minutes

 Cheri: oh no

 Tom:  oh yes

Cheri:  yeah but i make you cry  how shitty

 Tom:  you didn't kick me out, baby

 Tom:  or did you?

 Cheri: thanks for reminding me

 Cheri: I didnÕt

 Cheri: and I think that you are like a cat

 Cheri: who wants to do their cat-thing

 Cheri: snuggle and that

 Cheri: and you donÕt want to fly around the world on your own

 Cheri: which is a good thing

 Cheri: and which is part of your appeal

 Cheri: cause I want to eventually give up longdistance life

 Cheri: but now you are a little cat

 Cheri: and I am a handicapped performance poet

 Tom:  meow, baby

 Cheri: who is into longing and writing

 Cheri: see!

 Cheri: I love you still lil cat

 Tom:  gotta go get my bitter pill

 Cheri: the Zoloft?

 Tom:  is it Sunday yet?

 Tom:  nah, zoloft ain't bitter

 Tom:  from the Heartbreak Garage

 Tom:  where all the Brokenhearted people go to park their cars

 Tom:  ily

 Cheri: cranky old man

 Cheri: I love you too

 Tom:  naw, just a lil pussycat ready to snuggle 

 Cheri: you really are a cat

 Tom:  bye bye all alone perfpo with sweet smile

 Cheri: bye om

 Cheri: ye tommo

 Cheri:   I love you 

 Tom:  thank you for being tender w/ me today

 Cheri: sounds like I'm usually not

 Tom:  no, it's different somehow

 Tom:  do you feel it?

 Tom:  at all?

 Cheri: mean

 Tom:  cornered

 Cheri: I dont know from what it would be different

 Cheri: I feel good about things

 Cheri: I think we'll handle things OK

 Tom:  our situations aren't the same

 Cheri: so?

 Tom:  that sounded angry

 Cheri: not angry

 Tom:  SD?

 Cheri: b

 Cheri: yeah you have to go

 Tom:  how'd ya know?

 Cheri: a reason to live with you to get enough of you for once

 Tom:  mindreader

 Cheri: just blackmail me

 Tom:  bb baby

 Cheri: b love


 

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I was dancing with my baby