Watching the Complex Train-Track Changes

To Men You put on an ornate ballgown You say “someone has to do it” You take me to where you work, The inside of a pyramid with chasms, Watching the complex train-track changes Products and objects make love to my father Two babies are born—Bruno and Daisy You take your shirt off looking boylike & lovely You get on the plane, both clown & wizard And then get off in a comedy of manners Our dates become a comedy of dinners Your name rhymes with clothes Your plane folds & flies away Without us, I’ll make the next one We are enclosed in spaceless epics by breathless bricks & still we’ll meet like runes or the leashes for hawks Let’s go! Can we stay? Go to sleep. A tree wouldn’t talk or weep if I-forget-what And you in the train’s opulent rooms Switch your cock to a baby and then say “Must there (not) be a law against this?” You add, “I have been thinking of you in my head” You wear green glitter on your shirt instead of A tie, that’s how I recognize you as you You are the prep cook the sous-chef you make Duplicating potato salad like the loaves & fishes You create gorgeous paper-like sculptures of foods We go down in the car through threatening snows To arrive in a second to eat in a renovated place You and I tell “what” we are at the end of a movie Our podium of soft loud feet flies by accident I take the train to your house to hear Shakespeare & Verdi Everyone applauds when you walk in. The director Holds up each actor & describes his physical being I talk to your father but only by telephone You have the royal blue 8 � x 11 notebook with the lock on it I want one but you say you cant get them anymore I walk twice through that city I’ve been in before All through its rooms, its streets and its Commons