At first, I sang and recited poems,
keeping the neighbors awake.
Now more intense, quieter.
When the fire flames up, smoke vanishes.



When you confine, I’m free.
If you rebuke, I’m honored.

Your dividing blade is love.
Your moaning, song.



Listen to presences inside poems.
Let them take you where they will.

Follow those private hints,
and never leave the premises.



Drunks fear the police,
but the police are drunk too.

People in this town love them both
like different chess pieces.