"I want to stay as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all kinds of things you can't see from the center."
And so off I went, fists thrust in the torn pockets
Of a coat held together by no more than its name.
O Muse, how i served you beneath the blue;
And oh what dreams of dazzling love I dreamed!
My only pair of pants had a huge hole.
- Like some dreaming Tom Thumb, I sowed
Rhyme with each step. My inn was the Big Dipper.
- My stars rustled in the sky.
Roadside on warm September nights
I listened as drops of dew fell
On my forehead like fortifying wine;
And there, surrounded by streaming shadows, I rhymed
Aloud, and as if they were lyres, plucked the laces
of my wounded shoes, one foot beneath my heart.