Are you awake No I am Tony Were you dreaming Yes What were you dreaming about God Really I often dream about God Where did you meet God In a pencil factory What drew him there He asked me a question What was the question He asked me about being a mob boss Really Yes…

It was a day so bright That God was visible Amongst the clouds Above the beach You are confusing me Jack Am I Yes In what way You said that God has crumbled That is very arrogant of you If you read the poem Coffee Please Then not for one moment Do I note that…

Tell me the truth Tell me about God Do you speak English Do you love me or not Do you love God

dis-moi la vérité parle-moi de Dieu parles-tu anglais est-ce que tu m’aimes ou pas Aimes-tu Dieu

What do you really want to write Jack The truth Janice I want to write about what is true Most of your poems are about God Or set in dreams They are set in crowded deserts Or on deserted highways

It was a day so bright That God was visible Amongst the clouds Above the beach

Please look at me With your bright blue eyes My small girlfriend From the land of ice

My father is the captain of a merchant ship My mother is from Nepal My stepbrother and I live in Lisbon We often collect Frigate Birds in golden cages And release them before dawn

Scattered broken glass Over the warehouse floor Knowing that my rehearsal Was within the hour

The storm passed over Norfolk County During the early hours Neither of us slept As our motel room floated away