Three Love Poems

September, 1975

Time ZonesI start my day when dreams are strangling you,your eyelids flutter with the melon breasts of women too enormous to be true.You are fucking, muttering, loving in your dreams;I am in a taxicab downtown.And then you wake--and I sit down to lunch,bored by another boring interview.I interview the self I know by heart.My luncheon partner interviews his dreams.Meanwhile you pour your soul into your fingers& type the night's accumulated dreams.& then once more I find myself a cab.The driver dr...