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Subject: amStrand:flight of ideas

every day every night i run darker later blinder
pull my glasses off give up faith in deficient sight
take a chance on th rest of my wounded senses
fearful shadows my ally gently testing my strength
granting reassurance & value to meager powers

(a ghostly dog pants at my heels
my pace my track draw him on
underlining th night road leading me home)
‘my life has fallen to th sere, th yellow leaf…’

in this full-wallow season all i remember of love & friendship
is loss manipulation & betrayal. all i feel & find
in desire is fruitless outcome unfulfilled exasperation
all th women i lost my heart to sleep in compromised comfort
sheltered by my enemy or my stranger friend’s arms

june-july2001

Subject: THE N- INCIDENT: further backround

i’ve known n- since summer of ‘96. th first time she came into reception at th carlton arms hotel,

th resident poet’s jaw & mine hit th floor in unison. she was dressed in a supergirl miniskirt,

but for th life of me i can’t remember where th ‘S’ logo was actually placed.

that november, after returning from an ill-fated trip to spain, i invited her & a girlfriend to join me

for a special dinner pairing game dishes w/ th rhone varietals from a boutique california winery.

she proved to be a bit of a drunken boor, but i chalked it up to youth & country girl attitudinizing.

she seemed to be a hard worker- a budding photographer w/ a precocious repertoire of technical fireworks, documenting th art in each of th rooms for her graduation portfolio…we agreed on making

th dinner price a deposit towards th purchase of a print at some unspecified later date.

last year she was dividing time between home in canada & nyc photo gigs after a two-year world-spanning jaunt…

hello david,,

anytime your ready i can go and do the work,, i even think that we have a

week off in march, and that would be perfect.

for fees,, you know that i would not charge you any extra fees,, but the

basic would be good so i dont kned to pocket out my own money,, and g-

assisting would be perfect. 9 to the 18 of march

got to run

n-xxxx

break away from louder company to fall
back in my hammock on th hollow’d shore
before hot wind dies down into stale air

at full sluggish tide a sea of oil gleams
flat under th blue half-moon tangled fast
in branches hung with sickly midnight

aimless motion by any other name would not
rock you to sleep nor shake me awake but nudge
us lovingly over th crumbling cliff’s edge

i play catch-up at best & at worst i second-guess
my truest instincts false to prop th mute
fractured fort ’round th wary waiting child

Subject: amStrand: august moon-june!

my light step on this world serves to underline it yours
(how many hard-earned soles should i refuse to wear?)

night is home to th track of my voice, dipping
into stagnant shadow for vague clues to watery north

ever-bound, late infinite moon!
perfect cool decay burns pure paradox out, yet

drain surrender victorious, moon of my heart-
full-hollow home stealing sunlight to feed desire into shelter

we limp into each other’s embrace (we kiss identity blind?)
we fall short since we climb too long. we remember next.

my light step on this world serves to underline it yours
(how many hard-earned soles should i refuse to wear?)

night is home to th track of my voice, dipping
into stagnant shadow for vague clues to watery north

ever-bound, late infinite moon!
perfect cool decay burns pure paradox out, yet

drain surrender victorious, moon of my heart-
full-hollow home stealing sunlight to feed desire into shelter

we limp into each other’s embrace (we kiss identity blind?)
we fall short since we climb too long. we remember next.