I Am What Happens to You

I am the circuit-riding preacher haunting your dream

I am hawking my words at the flea circus

I am all purple oceans and parties with you

I am all your silent steeds

I am all their pawing at the threshold of your door

I am as hard to decipher as Sanskrit or Urdu
I am your Joe Gillis and you are my Betty Schaefer

I am original sin in the story we are writing
I am a receipt for purchases from wherever we go
I am your recipe for chili the secret's in the spices
I am the sweet nectar the ketchup in your chili  

I am on the beach where we stood on our heads

I am sexy innuendos and desirable hostilities

I am sorry to keep you dancing counterclockwise

I am the tilted windmill all dark rise over the hill

I am they say a moper who is loudly dancing

I am standing on the unkempt patio of crisis

I am the dolorous voice of Nevada such a sad state

I am the broken mast of the last barkentine

I am the barista who spills your coffee yipes

I am better off late than no martinis at midnight

I am the supplicant the acolyte of language

I am your eye sucked by desire

I am up on the mountainous confusion of our love

I am for generations for generations for generations

I am the awkward arms of America
I am feeling just like Whitman 
I am better than being actually present

I am how you made love to Nevada the sad state

I am here in Mississippi such a godforsaken state

I am well thank you for the broken roses
I am saying leave it alone it'll only make you sneeze
I am a number of naked selves dancing in the river
I am how music tumbles around us
I am standing here with my harp my friend

I am smothering the perfection of anonymous inanity

I am not a metaphysical poem

I am in truth in grief over the death of Frank Stanford

I am the casual reader of my broken syntax

I am the first to read the lips of night in your eye

I am the sheltered flowers nodding in your bedroom

I am your recurring dream of Berlin and fame

I am where you sell your diamonds for fame

I am the drowned poet who tells the tale
I am going nowhere I haven't gone before