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07
Jun

POEM: Danielle

DANIELLE

PLAY,

STANDING BY AN EMERGENCY EXIT DOOR IN
THE BOTTOM OF THE LIBRARY, THE
STAIRCASE I WILL ASCEND IS

Page 1.
An aeroport.

REMEMBER THE MAYAN CITIES

Are you recording?
Danielle is on the phone.

HOW YOU WERE AFRAID TO CLIMB UP THE
STAIRS AT TULUM, BUT YOU DID,
She’s looking good
YOU BROUGHT THE CAMERA TO THE TOP
she’s looking good,
AND THEN I WAS LOOKING DOWN
she’s gorgeous.

WITH EACH STEP,
are you some monument striding on the
grass of Tulum or Chichen Itza?
Off at 12:45. THE TAPE STUCK IN THE VCR.
But here we are in this van.

(I TRY TO KEEP SMOKING AWAY FROM YOUR
IMAGE AS IT ALWAYS SEEMS TO TAINT; BUT
I ALWAYS CONCEIVE

Writing Date:
“I have a crush on Danielle.”
–REMEMBER YOU SMOKING–
THE SMELL IN YOUR HAIR.)

The camera brings out the best
in everyone, the best
or the beast. BATHROOM MIRRORS —- PROP.
YOU FILMING IN THE MIRROR.

They’re always trying to borrow your clothes.

TRYING TO SHOW YOUR TAN.
Passing vendors and trees.

Tulum.
Some broken buildings.
(Same time as St. Peter’s)
Maybe go into archeology.

A ruin!!

And by the sea.

I am digging you up. Your bones.
DRUNK IN THE MORNING.

TURN —->

Page 2.

To reconstruct you.

YOUR FACE IS SO PALE TODAY.
THE BOW IN YOUR HAIR MAKES YOU LOOK LIKE A CHILD.

STRIDING ACROSS THE RUINS,
walking and taping is
not cohesive to the
viewing of the ruins.

One solid chunk of rock!

THIS STAIRCASE —-
I’m not gonna use some fucken dumb metaphor.

WITH WHOM DO WE BUILD THESE BLOCKS?
AND WHOSE SKULLS DO WE KICK IN BALLCOURTS?

NO, I WILL NOT BE COMING DANIELLE,
THIS

STEPPING THROUGH BROKEN BUILDINGS,
Taking off your glasses. Like some >
My name is Geraldo

Riveria — I hate the word “ breasts”. Too much
like the word breaths, encumbering.
DANIELLE OVEN THIS WINDOW.

This vault. Okay, that is
enough.
HOLD THIS CAN OF COKE,
again, in the pub. You’re kissing the love
while I eat a potato chip.

DANIELLE TO TOUCH YOUR SKULL.

PAUSE. YOU ARE MOTIONLESS ON THE CAUSEWAY.

I hate it up here. I
hate it. God, I really
hate it up here.
Let’s just look at those
stairs again.

To the __________ thing, now >
You always
signifying your breasts/ saying
a da-da-da /

NO, IT’S THE BOOTS THAT MAKE YOU OLDER.
ALWAYS DRAWING ATTENTION.

What would you do if
it rained,
huh?

BUILDING EMERGENCY EXIT LEVEL C >

TURN >

Page 3,
BETWEEN YOUR TWO BREASTS —>
Great place for diving.
The lone tourist.
COULD I TEAR OUT YOUR HEART,

THROW YOU IN THE SUN
PIT / WATER PIT/ HOLE.

NAUGHTY GIRLS,
you may be asking yourself
why I have the
camera on….
YOU GOT TO SIT ON A BENCH
OVERLOOKING MOUNTAINS,

Danielle got to sit in the
sun. NOW >

THIS IS WHERE OUR CABIN SITS; I LIVE
WITH YOU IN A ONE ROOM CABIN
FOR THREE MONTHS. CANDLES;
I see you baked by the sun,
lobster one, and hug me —-
OUR BEDS NEXT TO EACH OTHER
looking at your hotten flesh,
YOUR BATHING SUIT AROUND YOUR ANKLES
say,
good lord, and you say
big aren’t they.

Referring me as I bauble.

…..

SUN GOD/ SUN/ SUN
SUN GOD/ RAINING/
SUN/ BURNING YOU,

So I wordless…..

I CANNOT TEAR OUT YOUR HEART,

CANNOT REACH YOU.

EVEN THIS BATHING TAN.

FEET IN THE GRASS –>

That was
our room
service.

C’MON DANIELLE, I CANNOT OFFER THE OBVIOUS,

striding between Tulum and Chichen Itza.
That’s where we’re headed;
thaaaaaaat’s the temple.
YOU’LL NEVER KNOW
Chichen Itza…

This is the ballcourt.

IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH ME —>

WHY DID YOU STOP?

STOP, STOP TURN —>

Page 4.

THIS STAIRCASE IS SO HOLLOW,
THE RAILS ARE LIKE BONES.
All still here after 700 years, and
the lady is
walking in front of it
of course.

I WANT TO DIG UP YOUR BONES.
Chills like in the water,
lovely looking water.
Jaguars.
THE PHOTO OF YOU ON THE BENCH.
SMELLING THE AIR/
SMELLING DANIELLE,
lustful women thinking
dirty thoughts – smoking –
having pina colada’s by
the bar.

DO YOU/ AT ALL/ SMELL THE SAME –

NO NO NO NO NO

This is a sacred/

this is the temple of
a thousand columns, I
wish that one girl would
get out of the way.

Danielle standing in front of it.

C’mon Danielle, you’re no monument.
PLAY/ PLAY NOW/ DO NOT PAUSE/ PLAY

SUN GOD/
BRONZE TINGED BY THE SUN.

Page 5.
I’M STUCK.

Here’s the stairs
I refuse to climb.

I HAVE BEEN CARRYING AROUND THIS POEM/ HOLDING IT/
HOLDING IT BACK UNTIL IT

I WILL DROP THIS FROM THE TOP.
THE TOP OF THE STAIRCASE.

ONLY CONCEIVE UNDER OTHER CONTEXTS, IN
OTHER WORDS,
DANIELLE YOU WILL NEVER ASCEND THAT STAIRCASE,
crawling through the broken buildings,
STOPPING NEEDLESSLY,

THE IMAGE OF DANIELLE,
is that an adjective or
a verb?

IF I KISSED YOU MY LIPS WOULD BE PALE.

Broken buildings.
It’s quite a temple.

OH NO NO NO
NOT TREMBLING/ ASCENDING —>

HOLA/ STOP/ TURN —>

LEVEL E; SOMEONE WROTE ON THE WALLS HERE.

CAUSE I DON’T WANT TO.

There is no context for us here.
Let me provide one:
the observatory. There

you see it in it’s full.

AND NOW YOUR HAIR, SPREAD OUT ON MY LEGS
YOUR SPINE, BURNING
FINGERS, BURNING
HEART, BURNING
HAIR, BURNING
YOUR BODY, BURNING.

D: Will you marry me?
C: No, no marriage.
D: Ohhhhhh….
C: But living together….

Here we are in our Here is our
room. Here’s the cabin in the green,
the mirrored door riding the side of the cliff
white clothes piled highly white shutters
I’d like to show you the house moving, here our
blankets. Let me show you
the wine cellar.
The shower
one particular alone out here, Danielle
plus
our free gifts, and I am writing this
on a lawn chair, and your
purple bathing suit
the one in the video,
over here we have /
here we go falling past your knees,

ASCENDING THESE STEPS, LINES —>

I WANT TO THROW THIS POEM/ WRITE THIS POEM
NO I WANT TO GIVE
YOU, DANIELLE, THIS
POEM, I DO NOT WANT TO WRITE IT, ONLY
ASCEND out…
caught on the ball of your foot,

Page 6.
C’MON DANIELLE —->
Shed it!!
A fully stocked superbar!!!
THE SUN IS BURNING YOU, IT PRICKS YOUR SKIN, IT

PRESSES YOUR SKIN, IT FEELS YOU, BURNS YOU, EATS YOU, THIS SUN
SUN GOD, DIGGING HOLES.
Do you think….
I can turn you
IF I COULD TURN YOU ON AND OFF

BUT PERHAPS —-

a little dresser action.
NOT EVEN WALK

Freeze you.
Ow, I’m so burned,
but we can zero in on….

I’VE GOT TO THROW THIS POEM FROM THE TOP OF THESE STAIRS.
(I HATE THE WORD POEM.)

Now you might be saying,
SHOW THEM TO ME.
Gasp!!—-

THERE ARE SO MANY BROKEN STONES,
SO MANY BROKEN BUILDINGS.
WHY DO I WANT TO PICK UP THESE STONES?
PICK THEM UP,
GO DIGGING, RUNNING, TEARING INTO THE EARTH?
FF, RWD,
we got a voom with a roo.

WILL I FIND A MONUMENT?
WILL YOU FIND A METAPHOR?

ARE YOU/ ARE YOU/ ARE YOU

STOP PAUSE TURN >
That’s our room
I SEE THE LAST LEVEL: G.

BANNISTERS

in
a nutshell.

DANIELLE, HAD I GONE TO CANCUN WITH YOU

(WHICH I WAS DOING)

BURNING TOGETHER/

TOUCHING/ — (HERE IS OUR HOME

for all of us to enjoy later on.)

BURNING, AND MY FINGERS DIGGING.

Giving you back the tape.
Stop.

DON’T BURN, MY DANIELLE,
thank you for letting
us share/

/ this small amount of
time for you.

IT WOULDN’T FALL DOWN THE STAIRS. IT GOT CAUGHT ON LEVEL E —
THEN ON LEVEL C, I COULDN’T DROP IT BETWEEN THE BANNISTERS.
IT WOULD NOT FALL. I HAD TO THROW IT AT THE EXIT DOOR.
THERE WAS AN EMPTY BAG OF CHIPS ON THE STAIRS —-

Eject >

…..

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