HKs of late... Missing original formatting, though, so NOT done yet.

Apparently, deaf dumb blind

too,          you require

24 hour seven
attention from

                me

---

But    I    need

you,    please please
I beg you to

sense somehow
me, too.

---

Where
    I begin
or you

end we must
learn to know better

---

I know

you love

me you say
this is true

all the time

---

I have come to my senses
whether deaf or blind
but seldom dumb,     please

please won't you for me
use your good ears and eyes

---

The good whole
earth I can believe

common sense
all the heavens on earth

require theories neither here nor there

---

You don't need theories

to believe me, Love.
You have eyes, you
can see with your own original, natural

eyes. Just try.

---

They may sound
better, even more

musical
and hence make sense

more poetic, but

---

Who am I

to know what love is

I have only my common sense
Others, eyes and ears and words and theories

Must I feel even more?

---

All this (is) theory about
needing you to be

me, it's not entirely true.
I need only solitude

he said, but he had eyes

---

I feel most

ALIVE
the very moment

tired, exhausted, spent,

done, I fall asleep

---

But if I loved dearly

My Henry Miller

as well as her

Life, his Poetry, even her Emily Dickinson

and thus all poets, what's wrong with that

---

I will make no new

formal innovation
for career contentment alone

I promise I promise

to make sense new,
two,         if I kan

---

Not enough comforting

Bad too much
Worse I may BE

Male whether hetero or homo

Later Same /difference







At two you (so they say)
must hold me
Am I
you or me
& Sea





Time I can breathe
in and out

Count, then lose count

Sleep always about
the same moment






Sleep. I can
pretend
I am

unaware of your

caresses caresses caresses



Fighting but

we are both old

enough to know
each other better

enough already






I need you
you need me
too
the two of
Us






Two of us
the smell

I no longer notice

when you go away

means I am here





I tell
you
what
I love you

but





What if they ARE

true
about words
Mere abstraction

Power Perversity Annihilation






I know a Man
who

depended on others

who

were not Men


Who
were
not
Women
or children, either





Jesus, Creeley,

Emily and Gertrude,

Dana and Ron,

What does it matter

to us / We are only humans



Rough hands
Soft

skin
measured breath

in, out, time of our lives





One, so very wise and worthy,
advised: “Know yourself, a life
unexamined is not worth living.”

Wise, also worthy, I think she says,
“Know others, examine life and all living.”