Two Brief Love Poems

Probably this is another cut-rate exorcism.
Maybe I only came to show you my eye had layers.
I had a dream about the overused Yeats flea.
I was thinking about you yesterday
and all the funny afterlives
you will have to distill from nature.
I really do love you, you know.
Sometimes, I split your soul like a banana
lengthwise, and sit and think about you
in my car in a grocery store parking lot,
surrounded by hostile empty shopping carts
like european philosophies nobody needs.


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Seagulls who are visiting briefly
this parking lot probably know more
about the cycles of the Ice Ages
than this poem or NORAD knows.

But your eyelashes.

The beautiful Ice Ages
which will remove the human will
from nature.

Things like that.