from 1995-

I think I will go sit in a bookstore on my lunch
hour
and watch the quiet women
spectacled
pulling books from the shelf
and caressing them
pouring over them
touching them with their
stares
(I went to bed early last night
on my own
hope abandoned
I am reminded of a line
from Brautigan)
with colored jewels dripping onto your
breast
like a clear African sunset

and I think
if I don't get some action soon
I shall erupt like
st. helens.