hungry eyes
at tonight's screening
of paris, texas
i’ve never seen so many people
in this dingy room
and i come here
a lot
a lot of young men
of a certain kind, maybe
they’d like to be the
dog as lonely man
man as lonely dog
to wear the lonely cap
red
to slice it through
the desert sky
i’m here with
a man
intensely phobic of reality
a life clattered with old things
engineered to prevent
the weight of knowing firsthand
this place
and time
well
this approach is
perfect for imagining there were
better times
times when
when a lonely dog man could
be beautiful
eating nothing
in bed wanting someone
to care about
the shoes and hair
peculiarities
someone to forgive the
habits worn deep
to erase
life
someone’s here
not knowing
the dust-up
how
the light was just
the same
and how
it's been like this
the you role
the me role
if i’m the girl
behind the glass
if i’m the boy
blowing in the wind
if we’re sand
it's still
bone hard
to be bored with
the obvious beauty
of your life
to clear the screen
around the
terrible edges
of the adult
world
in my eyes
i’d like
to be the parent
to love as a
motion picture
then when the wind blows
to leave my family
behind
to do the bad thing
and be forgiven
cheek rivulets made good
in warm light
of whatever media
captures
dust to
fact
fact to energy
energy back
at long last
into
light