IBM

humming,
it can do almost everything ever
invented.

humming
under its grey paint

the machine
knows.

even death stands back and
asks, “what the hell is
this?”

humming,
it astonishes the walls, the
freeways, the fish, the ashtray,
the Buddha and
me.

this machine can save my life.

this machine has saved my
life.

this machine can create a woman
more beautiful than
any
or
it can
punch a bully in the
nose.

humming,
this machine is
love found again,
a flood of
fire.

this machine is
a dance floor
a neat circus
a hospital.

this machine
brings tiny flowers of courage
in the middle of the
night.

this machine
brings shots of light
when dark gets as dark as
dark can get

when I feel
the total waste of all my
judgments
when I feel
age like the blade of death
when I feel
like jumping out of the window
at 2 a.m.
from two floors up

this machine
this amazing machine
stands between me
and that

it rolls out
magic papers
8 and ½ by II
of typed words
which
actually save
my poor
ass.

this old electric
that sounds like
a
washing
machine.