You could feel a passion for invisibility: to be a fly on the wall,
the pitcher's ear, the child in the corner
with his eyes closed: you could grow fat on that, full of years.

With a great scuffle,
the meeting adjourned.
Calm turned to storm.

Scrawling the letters of my name,
I found and changed what I became:

A naked woman rides a naked man
and vamps, and moans, and both pretend to mount
the summit of desire, although in these

As I pass the gates of Buckingham Palace
I'm exposed in a hundred Japanese cameras,
like a fossil, flash-frozen in Kodachrome.

 I descend on Holborn's escalator
watching my wives pass by on the opposite side,

Washing glasses in the sink
and the first thing she knew was this

Io a scatter of wool and its own litter
the skull stares out at the road below: socket rings 

Aztecs used cocoa beans as currency;
attending countless wives,
the wealthy chiefs would fortify their Strength

I dream you, and you come to me
intact, in focus, indiscreet, mouthing
the sweetest lies as if we cared.