'oh no! it hurts!'

		 	Richard Hell
there'll be no billy ocean

until we meet inside the radio

on albany highway

a bee once stung me on the nipple there

	it was classically trained

in techniques of surprise / and exited

past a future lover thru the passenger side window

to fizz out on the cut grass

in bee-eye view

of the bicentennial memorial

lake

half a line of wang wei translated

in its mind

this thing   extreme

well, this

was something new

and that night or soon

inside the shell of a car

again a soft-focus filter between us

	and the drone

of the recently deceased

that might have been engine or radio hum

but when the song came on

memory clicked in

and i forgot where i was