Stuart Greenhouse

The top of my head gone and whatever
isn't there boils out anyway

A second then a second then new faces
like faces years crowd downward arise as          

your faces and not mine and boiled away
faces and I demand a mirror

stag faces flower faces
getintheline faces gone

hunting faces tight faces gone-
head-on-tight faces I want

to marry you all I want to
discuss what makes you think

what makes you think
we are ever going to be human

again and again
mirror like you are spring

carry me wishward
stream like a faucet your hearts



Written in a moment of confusion. The emptier you are of coherent perceptual structure, the more you hope the basic shapes we share matter.