a cage in the forest

 

tell the blind man there's

nothing to see

 

let the politicians

fuck your daughters

 

don't settle for the facts when

the truth is what really matters

 

don't worry about man ray

 

dead now for 30 years in

paris, and i still keep waiting

for his call

 

i stand on the edge of the

porch roof, next to the

hole in my house where the

light pours out

 

look

 

the days are shorter now

and all of my fears that much

closer to the surface

 

no amount of poetry will

ever cure cancer

 

no man who would ask for

your vote would

ever give you his in return

 

these are things to think about

while you watch dorothea

undress, and when she asks if

you love her, you should smile

without answering

 

you should

kiss her breasts

 

words aren't the enemy,

of course, but it's always

best to act as if they are