Snow on Saint Patrick’s Day

Running darkness

And

Sudden lights

Will you praise me?

Some men count

Blood and walk

With you when they

Can go no farther

You can’t pretend otherwise

And

You can’t forget

But somehow, right now

The moment is absent

It’s just that way

Will you find me?

And

You’re in there with

The tall linebacker specializing

In spread-eagling school girls

On sweaty desks

My ear is to the door

But I hear nothing

You’ve disappeared

Some man in a car

You enter his house

You wear his watch

You’re walking; I’m thinking

Not speaking your name

I can’t remember any words

Come on, monotones of

exasperation don’t suit you

Don’t forget Saturday nights

Stumbling down Forbes Avenue

Declaring war on love

Or later, sitting

Two girls asleep upstairs

Writing, writing, writing you

But

You’re still walking

Rich man eating baby meat

Waiting for you

Sticks crossed on his shirt

He picks you up

Because it’s snowing