Alone with the Electro Bells and Ice Cream

Noises of an empty room. The sound of blinking.
They come from the outside and tie me up.
Flea circuses on dogs chase down clown cars
and get crushed. And get crushed.
Somewhere a wave hits rock
where you are, grass endures sand.
Missives in a shaky hand
miss you, current-skipped off course
2000 miles and a year
whinge & bore
Not for you, these letters spell me, here

Je t'aimerai, Samourai — lie down
in front of the ice cream truck
demand fudge in dust
blockade the long block
make the kids downstream cry
go suck a cow's udder
Humming the truck's lullaby
I picture you naked in my chair
a choir, halo'd in the reading light
on the rug a spider crawls like sight

I should lie down to croak, but
broken like the bees
the more hair I grow
the closer I get to empathy
Our summer natures denature.
A pound in a pillowcase
a compassionate drop
double-dipped tumours of a troubled mind
tell Mavromilakis to stop his truck
It was so good
I didn't mind that he was my barber