She lives under things

a pile of leaves, the newspaper
on the breakfast table, a night-cap.

an agnostic fresh out of confusion,
(we all live at the bottom of a well),
a three days journey to Tokyo.

i did not come for an argument,
your beer was like butter
on my daily bread, a kiss for Santa-
a slap for Jesus.

If you give me the moon

If you give me the moon, I will
put away my rhyme and scheme and reason--
I will melt. If you give
me the moon, I will stand up straight
and always cross my legs at the ankle.
I will try to understand your mother,
say my prayers in perfect 3/4 time,
wash behind my ears with rose hip soap.
If you give me the moon, I will
kiss you with my eyes closed.
If you give, I will.
If you give, I will.