My Baby Just Cares For Me

the lights went out the place broke
of thoughts scarcely seeming
to know that she's there
new-england smiling

to the gull's midnight
and the whale's dreams
where the wind's like a whetted window
wore it in the world's way
how pure how dear their knife

hour is making way obsolete
thinking big fields in eyes
is generally not a common dress-up
who like to play shame and humanity
beyond the thing capitalism