With Michael McClure
I want to be perfect
at all times I demand perfection
and more so now at this moment
at this sublime moment.
Blake is perfect
driving incongrous small pontiacs
over snow slicked prairie roads
and Michael is perfect
attentive
listening
and the other Michael
poet Michael sir
is perfect reading
new play VKTMS
words unravelling mysteries
and the prairie road
is unravelling landscape mysteries
and it is all perfect
but I am not perfect
hungover glassy eyes staring
back at me in car mirror
demanding perfection.
My eyes say you shall be perfect
and you are not perfect.
I am staring out the window
in human pain and the clouds
swirl in great gray sheets
the prairies are forever
they are perfect
I watch the
prairies
unfold.