Become one with the
disc. Remember
we are all frisbees of
skin &
heart, thrown
by two dark hands
& one hand is
life who never returns my phone calls
& one hand is
death who leaves messages on my
machine
The
frisbee, an extension of
self
must be aimed at a single
image: plate glass
windows
alarm clocks old
lovers maintaining balance
& passion even in high winds
Find a partner with
precision &
patience
who doesn't mind his disc getting thrown in the river
or buried in
playground dirt, a premature
burial
but we both picked flowers & wept openly
Become one with the disc. Remember
your partner, your frisbee
guru
reads the
hieroglyphics of air & floats accordingly
& your partner must sleep with cats & lizards
& love the world even when
arrested
The frisbee, an extension of self
must be thrown between
brothers: tonight
I was throwing the disc in the
twilight
& Rob, believe me,
this bird caught my frisbee in midair
laughing between her wings & another brown
sunset, flying
north
so write me back
if you find it in
Jersey