telstar

those long
structures/up and
down the street
looking in your
witch well/like prima
facie evidence and
the hands/my hands
specify/their own
diversions/my lips find
their diversions/specified
my understanding of
your flesh
grows this month
like swift flight
of clouds/over a
four state region
recorded/by telstar

This was a poem for Pat Smith, written sometime in early 1973. I was living down Sixth Street from Pat and Larry's house and John and Sandy's house and seeing Pat all the time. Telstar here is meant to signify both a weather satellite and the song by the Ventures. The metaphor hopes to call up the driving beat of the guitar piece, somewhat in the manner that kind of music is used in Pulp Fiction.