“Sometimes I am so in love with you
(like a little clock
that trembles on the edge of the hour,
only ever calling out ‘Cuckoo, cuckoo’).”
“In California”
Also,
I don’t belong to anyone.
My heart is heavy as an oil drum.
I don’t want to be alone.
My heart is yellow as an ear of corn,
and I have torn my soul apart, from
pulling artlessly with fool commands.
