2 FOR STEVE CANNON

By Yuko Otomo

A PARTY

New World Literature

Garbage

Shadow

Hats & faces underneath them

Clothes he wears

Clothes I wear

The way he stands & sits

The way she walks & talks

He can not see

He sees us

Through a gray blue mist

& feels our cores

When he holds our hands

Saying “Hello, Sweet Heart”

It is amazing

That someone can give up

His house totally

For so many crazy others

Popcorns

Doritos

Cups & ashes

A poet to a poet

A poet to a musician

A musician to an artist

We do not

Have to play a game

Of guarding shoulders

Of words in order

Just to react

To others’ words

Here

At his party

We all sip

something

Larger than ourselves

A call to a call

A song to a song

A voice to a voice

A door to a door

At the end of his party

A moon kisses

His forehead

With everything=nothingness passion

Singing

“I love you madly!”

“I love you madly!”

STEVE CANNON

he doesn’t know

how beautiful

he looks

when he looks at us

saying

“Hello, sweet heart!”

am I too cruel

to say

to see

or not to see

is not a question

when you are 

so fully

awaken

placing

his pianists hands

on an old piano keys

he shows us

how the edge of the world

looks 

like