[is the heart muscle or an organ]

is the heart muscle or an organ
when you want to make good
a broken record of your failures
or something else entirely

i dreamed another dream of you
is why i ask and because
i don't know because a raisin in the sun
because after the dream i woke up

at a dance and we'd danced all
the dances we know but the music
kept playing a broken record
i maybe still am dreaming

[Down by the dirtied docks]

(for Alberto Caeiro)

Down by the dirtied docks
the seagulls are struggling against the wind;
not the winds of chance or the wind
that cries a lover's name, just
the wind. This is a secular poem.

It's written on the wall:
No Fishing. The fishermen's wall
is deserted; the wind has blown
all the fishermen away, nothing but
shallows in the shallows.

What's more than this is that this
western wind shambles dead skin
and waste about the barren streets,
innocent of us.

[I like a pretty stranger], an unimportant poem

I like a pretty stranger
sometimes better than my own
friends and family, because
of all what I shouldn't say,
and how it doesn't matter,
and probably never will.