Dennis Cooley - lispt

yes yes I feel               

a stutter on skin               

needle where the machine goes in               

nettles among roses               

feel you name & move               

petals , pistils               

the world a series of pointings               

a painting a pontillism               

no end to pencils               

you would stick in me               

my story               

vagrance of rooms               

vague strings knotted with stinginess               

loneliness so great it is lapidary               

shines like beads on the lines               

hoped to find air               

fragrant with brandy               

the times you pull on the blind               
ask for a light believe               

it will dispel sleep 
ease the nettles of night 

                                              we hang from a string in the sky     

                                              till the stars sink in dead waters

                                              dissolve like salamanders in sun