you were my fiji oh we kissed only once, in your stripped out apartment, You sold your furniture, so we kissed on the carpet. it’s like a whaling ship oh, is being on tour you know, next day you gotta set sail in your 350 Ford you were my fiji, o believe me those hours with you they only expand o you, you were my fiji o believe me but I fell in love with somebody else’s sand somebody else’s dry land you’re a stripper now, in new orleans fucking whale sank my van and took my shipmates into the sea. keep the dream alive one, two, three, five, the night is only half alive the curtains blow the frightened tress, they line the moonlit windy beach four five six seven, my dreams never touched on heaven, they come, they stream they laugh they bleed, they drop me off in a thicket of reeds keep the dream alive a boy, a dog, the dunes, the sea, he stands in a thicket of reeds, no food, no cell, or GPS, I watched him weeping from the trees "the sea is only half alive, help me find my campsite," he said keep the dream alive I dreamed he found his way back there, the campsite though was stripped out bare, the night was only half-alive skinned racoons hung from a line for men there is no turning back, they all had left with coonskin caps, the embers smoked and barley glowed, he gathered wood and started his own fire keep the dream alive don’t walk away so fast (from wm. blake) dad, where are you going to? don’t walk away so fast talk to your little boy, or else I will be lost the night was dark and his dad wasn’t there the kid he was wet with rain the forest was deep and he cried and away the vapor flew everything changed I heard the sound, dull smash of shatterproof glass, everything stopped in the parking lot, for a little girl face down on the ground, we all knew that she gone, all came near, no nothing was said, I had never seen somebody dead, for me everything changed understand I was very high, I just quit my job, no I just got fired the day she died for me everything changed could've been the shame of not even trying, could’ve been the blood in her matted hair, or how regrets of the dying are added to the air for me everything changed my old flame (adapted from robert lowell) my old flame, my wife, poor ghost old love my old flame, my wife, one day in june, I drove by our old house in maine everything changed for the best how quivering and fierce we were simmering like birds with our videos and records our old house everything’s changed bleached out and aired, ikea-d and swept bare, poor ghost, old love, speak with your old voice of flaming insight that kept us awake at night in one bed and apart, my old wife my old flame time travel is lonely hold on, keep it together hold on no one, no one has ever made it so far in time no one knows what happens next because time travel is lonely listen, wear your headphones, and I’ll whisper you the code of a helper application that you can download it’s called "Remember" because no one knows what happens next time travel is lonely if I live or if I die (from Wm. Blake) little fly your summers play my thoughtless hand has brushed away and ended your day am I not a fly like you are you not a man like me oh I dance and drink and sing till some hand tears off my wing if thought is life and strength and breath and the want of thought is death then am I a happy fly? if I live or if I die emma pearl snowbound for another day, sunrise failed and faded away now I can’t even see the line between solid ground and sea the coastline doesn’t exist it just shifts last night little emma pearl cross-leggedly told me about the world from the southern seas to the northern lights she told me to smash the satellites if she doesn’t exist why do I miss her? off the grid do you remember the man? standing in front of the tanks that rolled on tianamin square he just stood there I heard the Red Guard went door to door and they found him hiding under the floorboards they yanked him out and shot him twice in the head no he was never caught, they smuggled him out to America he doesn’t want to talk about it he’s got a new name he lives in maclean, virginia do you remember the man who blocked the caravan trying to talk sense to the machine gunner he held the ranks no he was never caught, they smuggled him out to america he doesn’t want to talk about it he’s got a new name he lives in maclean, virginia gainesville, fla I was born in a summer storm grass was cold but the sky was warm they lay me down in the mossy fields where the crows kill with tender speed sun burned off the lonely clouds and warmed my face, the roots in the ground they washed me off in a shallow stream where sand dunes line the beach I grew up on that moody land I understood the tension all around between me and you and dad how a sun burn goes cold and damp how we hovered all in between slight sliver where life can begin, between oxygen and temperature or the force fields of boy and girl I was born in a summer storm grass was cold but the sky was warm and so I hover now in between the slight sliver where life can breathe submariners crashed my sleep I heard about it on the bbc I can hear as they tap on the steel of a hull downed in the melting sea