Feb 12 1999
(-& empty arms…
go’bless th deutsche sprache, in which ‘th moon’
is masculine:der mond- el luna? -el luno??
-& th sun is gendered femenine: die sonne, la sol!
lovely reversal of th conventional gender associations-
@ least for latin-derived, romance languages…)
(Wednesday th 17, 12.1997)
I can’t think or run away-
th road is louder than th radio
-this off-road time machine of mine
won’t hide th grey in th rearview-
th road is louder than th radio
(only christmas cards I get
are from brokerage house moneymen…
I’m nothing but a client- how much for
th little white lie of yr love?)
I can’t hide so I can’t stay-
there’s a full moon all over th world
-tv hosts in finland & france
beam us their gameshow reminders-
there’s a full moon all over th world
-shining brightly again on super bowl sunday, 1999-
& casting th clearest, sharpest moonshadows i ever remember
noticing…how bright was it? i went to take a leak
out in th yard & th stream of piss cast a shadow- *that*s how bright!
…earlier, as i began my run on th road to cibuco, i had an
unexpectedly clear view of th moon before it rose into th grey
line of clouds gathering just above th horizon-
a peachy-coral ball as big as th sun climbing out of th ocean…
…woke up on ground hog day (virgen d la candelaria bonfires in puerto
rico…)
to a giant swell jumping over th seawall, spraying up to th new second
story
windows…& th phone out…
a week has gone by already- th half moon boat floats up @ midnight-
need to plug into a phone line somewhere to post this- san juan- caparra?
luv, d=(8{>