Last Night You Showed Me Larry Fagin

Twelve Poems

A balloon
is going up
filled with problems.

When I think
of the thought
machines

I whistle
softly
to myself.

*

Self

In my pale
face
is a grim

mask,
but I have
to laugh.

My arm
is a bone —
I

love
it
so.

*

a red
tin pan
of tan
doom

*

Gravity
pulls
me
down

so
hard
I
can

only
say
my
name.

*

"When my head
goes too fast
I get out
and walk."

*

The evil eye
is ridiculous,
but it exists.

*

Personal

I'd like
to keep
myself

out
of this. . .
this. . .

whatever
you
call it.

*

It's too easy
to say
yes,
now—

difficult
to think,
say,
now.

*

I get
the idea
I can die
anytime,
then
I forget
it.

*

When a tree falls
on your head,
it says yes
or no.

*

I walk
you walk
we walk

through
each
other

into
our
selves