Eileen Myles

Ten men
on the
side of a moun
tain
dog trying
to make
a date
white snails
desperately
clinging to
the side
of the
land.
Jason
picking
brown
trees – No,
flowery
funky
brown
daisies
all the
walkers
in natural
tones
no neon

peach
sky
blue
sea
so what
approximation
a poem
from Greece
Apollo’s
legs on
fat &
far. Com
municate
that
to a dog.
5 boats!
dog road
trimming
a mountain
of black
wormy
negotiation
plunging
to the
sea. There’s
the wifi
that funny
bird
write
tonight
I’m that
part
of nature
that doesn’t
know
it so
well. Leave
it to
men. Picking
things. I
love breeze
Nature is
big & I
feel scrawny
Dog 3 boats
Mountain
blocking
two.

I shall miss you. Drinking
grass like
that; a creature
drinks
from a stream
its time
& they feel
their own trickle
and warmth
and wonder
what’s that
to know

my own
hug some
how the
language
slipping
the moon
drink
twice
once in my throat
once in my throat
and once
in my eyes
it’s a new
year

How about it
is sleep better
than death
is day better
than night
is love better
than eternity
are dogs
better than
cats
is coffee
what is coffee
any groaning
machine
better than
any chirping
animal
is a child
better than a
building
is an unseeing
woman
better than not
is heat
better than
ice cold
day
bright day
better
than telling
the truth
is truth
the ugly
thing you
share
is sharing
beautiful
or hurtful
and cruel
does a pen
have words
in any
event
endless
are words
like bullets
tearing flesh
announcing
themselves
what do they
tell do hurtful
words tell
the end of something
the body al
ways cold
the day was
never new
life is a prison
how are you
drinking that
saying that
writing that
the puppets
groan
the heating
clanks
its OPEN
to you
a box or a vista
a plate of cheeeeese