AARDVARK (94)
I AM
CALLED THIS
TO BE FIRST
Iris seed on full lawn 94
The silos swim into solstice clouded
Tubers of dark. Bearded grackles
Heavy the metal weeds come, feet,
Dance the empty
SWATTING ASTEROIDS,
AERIAL (94)
FLIES FLY
IN THE FACE OF REALITY.
OKAY, JUST
How will you complete the soaring flight of thought 92
Your bird sense, like songs on high, over skyscape
skyscrapers,
Resting on concrete cracks where beautiful seeds hide
In dormancy, unable to reach fertile ground
You think it’s fun 92
To remind me of pigeons
Pecking at the celluloid eyes
Of marketversion, imitated audiences,
Pictures of pictures.
Chewing cannibal ribs,
You avoid the true horror
Of the human heart
I ride the jambiguity 94
Down the gullets of Ganymede
Dressed in icy froth
Along horsebrown paths
Of panting
Icecream saliva,
Miraclewhipped
To speed the dappled Sugar
Homeward
Machines rust 93
Entropy, entropy
Time is electrons
If geometry is corralled.
My horse loves me
All the time.
My tiller tills
Petroleumleased land.
Small blue thesaurus 94
Sits dioxidizing
Dinosaur creations,
Penned plumage
Of toothless tripescented
Feline, pharaohfollowing,
Ankhishly holding sparrows
Like Teflon pterodactyls
AIREINGS (94)
OF AIRELINGS,
Houseflies humming in incandescence 91
While the war raged on television,
Hovering over the maggotridden beerbellies
Of the boys we sent to prime (rib) time.
Okay, 94
I remember a thunderous funnel
Of birds before they
Were beaten down
Migration Miracles
Bird cloud
Tree megaphone
Laughing leaves
Temporary truce between
Man and melody
ANOTHER STATE
ALASKA (94)
UNBAKED
IS TOO COLD FOR MOST
ALBATROSS (94)
TO SKINNY DIP WITHOUT FEATHERS,
HUNG AROUND A POLAR BEAR’S NECK
Birds like 94
Worms
In birds
Fallen flightless
In Iraq 91
The brick and concrete are shattered
“Brilliant” bombs are flying in; chickens
Rebels, eagles and fraternizers
Crawl amongst the wreckage
Your tree has more circles, 91
Knots from broken branches, leaves that left,
So I use my chainsaw, cut you down to my level,
Sculpt a galloping stallion for friends to fawn over
And leave a giant clearing, too empty for does in
Winter.
Bird songs 94
Bird soarings
Bird pictures
Word moorings
Pellet sentences
Seeking birdsoup
Nourishment
Bird names
More words
Psychic loop
Lipserviced
Birdnamed
Eaglestall
Sparrow fall
Dropping leaves
Leaving droppings
Bird word Winter
Skeleton trees
A feather floats
Slowly to the ground
The dust of Summer filters over furniture 92
And snows inside the house. Baby cockroaches,
Weighted down, can’t smell the manure
Cruise the carpet and get their little feet wet.
Lobster inspiration 93
Antennae and eyes
In a high pressure, blood,
Redsurfaced world,
Without other lives
To live vicariously
Or other
Wise
RED PAGODA
NO TERMITES TREMBLE
AT RED DYE NUMBER TWO
Cave dwellers 93
Used friction
To spark stripes;
Hissing snakes sizzled
For their satings.
Now, book worms
Use fiction
To stimulate limbs,
Simulating flame
With crinkles
Not crackles
Under mossy rocks 92
Under (water) pressure
In the muck miasma
Under the big toe of poverty
The sponge
Dreams starfish darknesses
And separation
STRANGLING
ANACONDA (94)
SLITHERING
ANALECTA (94)
DELECTABLE
EAT IT!
Garbage glistened in the round receptacle 91
Frost glazed the morning meadow
Flies made babies, not knowing
The trash men come at noon.
Death spares nothing 94
Entropy always
Worms live within us
Hope hangs in there
Like red meat
ANIMAL TALES. (93)
FLOUNDERING
FOUNDRY
FOUNDER
FOUND HER
ANJOU? (94)
DOES FISH SUIT YOU?
ANSUDA (94)
THE
ANT FARM (93)
BUSTLES ENCASE
YOUR GLUTES
HIDING HARRIED PRE
OCCUPATIONS
Does our fence really need 93
Feathers from the dead bird
You dream?
We went up with fat orange backpacks 92
Puffing morning mist into thin scrubbrush
Offered quail Familia crumbs
As the treeline faded downward
Mirror morning lake 91
Ripples with a loon’s light
Frolic, escaping under
To leave only laughing echoes
BOVINE
POSTHUMEROUS ACCOLADES
CHEWING ON LONG CUD
WORDS MAKE THE
THIRSTY
ARIZONA UNCONSERVATIVE (94)
DRY
TRYING SO HARD TO TALK GOOD NONSENSE, ALL, MERRILY,
FILE
ONE BY ONE
INTO
THE ARK (94)
PORCUPINED TREE OF YOUR
ARS (93)
UP YOUR ART!
Message to Michelle 94
Translate me
With a little taste
Lick the words clean
Sucking sounds out
Before filleting them
Beneathness 93
You want
A city frozen
Under ice
So that you won’t
Need to put up
With pity
For the chilly mollusks
Creeping into your heart
Don’t disparage the drone 93
Look,
The sly part is that those New
York drones don’t need
A queen
coiled distance 94
snapped felt
felt wings
of shape flood???????????wha\////????
…. whirled…
…… snapped…
.. wheeled….
….. rush…..
… wheeled?
A BARE TRIBE
BEAR TRIBE (94)
Dogs and kids 92
And moons and
Julys or Junes
To soothe the
Sting of silence
DISCONTENT
BARK
Fig yesterday 93
Cicada cast
Long legs lured
My baited breath
Worm cast
Plaster cast
The whole noisy
Play of figeating,
Loud, insect actors
With broken spirits
And brittlemarrowed souls.
The lost snail 91
Slugging along the bricks
Slime sister on concrete
Chaos is not a butterfly; 92
Butterflies live within
Slipstream geometry
Hamiltonians,
Halftruths to cover
Our waxed and polished,
Shineglossed,
Shellac mistakes
We were taking a tour of the farm 91
Until, suddenly I screamed with alarm
Just seventeen goats and a bunny
So I thought it rather unfunny
To feel a goose on my bountiful charms
Chaos is not a butterfly 94
Butterfly
Butterfly chaos, chaos butterfly
Can rational metaphor describe it
Without, somehow, unbecoming it?
MORE THAN IN A
BILINGUAL (94)
DOUBLEENTENDRE,
BIRD WATCHER’S DIGEST (94)
CHICKEN
Picking contagion, 92
Cleaning like slaves,
Born to janitorial joy
Without mops or Spic and Span
Without really loving man
The maggot makes its living
On a quest of germ destruction
If Superman, writing memoirs about his deeds 94
While trolling for pickerel in the reeds
Slipped and fell upon his big red initial
And swam with supper, would his words be superfishal?
His Lap Dog 91
Too rich to drive
Myself away,
I stay, sitting
Sad, a tad tipsy,
Isolated like
The litter’s runt
BLACK BEAR (94)
Clapping its intestine 93
Name the news event 91
Blame the blood
Versify variations
Of Voltaire’s What Frenchman
Was it? maggots
Growing out of a cat’s
Vagina; telling the whore
“That soon will be you”
And hit the stomach
The groin, the heart
The brain, with one
Tiny, little, rosecolored stain.
Somehow, the maggots 92
And oatmeal
Connect
By my scorn
Tries to put a hierarchy
Upon the food chain
Tries to separate the superficial
From a shotgun facial
BLACK BUZZARD (94)
BLACK FLY (94)
The rain hurt you harder
Than laying with snakes?
BLACK HORSE (91)
BLACK SPARROW (94)
I’ve got a chair and a stray dog 92
That comes by for food. I’ve got trees diing,
Invaded by insects. They belong to the city,
Both larvae and leaves, and the air
Comes in stinky from Pasadena;
It rains white ash flakes,
Late at night when no one is supposed to notice
When the smell is only registered upon aloevera dreams.
Ditty to DogCatchers 91
My cat needs a licence
To drive your prey wild
The swan flew faster than ever 94
For fearfrozen fish,
Dived and then
BAM!!!!
Headfirst it glided through clear ice,
Outside the Pyrex factory;
A feather landed in the snow
Often, awake, I see 94
Mice and rabbits
Running across the page,
Knowing that your poetry
Understands
The seen better than the dream
THE
BOSTON PHOENIX (94)
SPRINGS FROM
BOSTON (94)
BOTTOMFISH (94)
Tachyphrasia 94
Was was better
Than that slow
Tick talk that
Spread like oleo
From Lyme
To infect the forest
With dryrot
Philosophizing,
Rooted only to a treeflea
Or deermite’s sense of purpose
BROODING HERON (94)
IN
BROOKLYN (94)
Winter 92
Cicada
Silence
Birds 93
How pretty they are
Before the pellets hit them
I see 94
Icy crocuses
The icy crow
Cusses
$@&*!@#$%^&
I see!
CAROLINA WREN (94)
CHIRPING
Poetry lives as long 92
As pen meets paper
In any gutter or penthouse
Where there is feeling to express
Or thought to share
But good poetry goes
Where great poetry doesn’t dare
And will until the penthouse pet
Kisses the gutter dog with glee
And calls the barking “great poetry”
ON THE
CAROUSEL (94)
BOTHERING THE
CARPENTER (93)
WHO CARRIES FOUR
CARREFOUR (94)
SHOTGUNS
WRENATTRACTING WHISTLES
RED AND GREEN AND YELLOW SHELLS
HONEYINTENDED AIM OF THE ALLEGORY LIKE
CARRIONFLOWER (92)
Fancy cat claws 92
The Blue Jay
Feathers in its
Frisky little
Mouth
Planes (made me almost deaf) landing 92
Nearby; John Lennon’s “Imagine”
Comes on the television this Sunday
Morning; Cat’s crazed, knocking over
The books from their shelves
And, as far as I know, the rest
Of the family is still alive.
An empty mug reminds me
Sunlight calls for coffee
To be dripped and drunk
My imagination grasps for Scotch Tape
So that’s the end of the story, 92
No web to wonder over and remember
No tales of spider glory,
An arachnid dismembered
And a poem about life?
Explain me 92
Analyze
Talk about
Word usage
Shape and size
The type, the page
The lonely trout
Speckled lake
Doesn’t take
Its beauty
From reason
Or season
I’LL EXPLAIN WHAT I WILL
BUT, DO YOU REALLY WANT TO KILL
MY LOVE FOR LIFE
WITH A LAHDEEDAH TALE OF YOUR DYING DUCK’S STRIFE?
THE DEER ON HIS HOOD
STARED BLANKLY DOWN AT ME
LEAKING INTO THE WHOLE
On Washington Square 92
Bug carpet leaves
Sail on the wind
Multiple visions
Of a greybrown
Day, insect eyes
That don’t see
“The Bottom Line”
Flowerless husband 92
Bearing bulbs
Removes his wife’s leg
From his flatulence.
Outside, bed bugs
Run to the warmth
Of hot air
Under satin sheets
Raven keeps its bill clean 94
Snowy crocuses 91
Snowy crow cusses
Salt lick suckers 93
Froglike toads
Weather or not
We wear our thick skin
Looking deeper into dawn 93
I see that “God’s Peace”
Includes mollusks crushed
By those same seagulls
And crabs clawing at
Each other
CRICKET (94)
IS A CHIRPING
CRITIC (94)
Senses tuned to wild life 94
She was never alone
CUMBERLAND (94)
FARMS
Bubbling udder juice 94
Yellow, like me
Trying to PUMP!… this poem up, 94
Another oily feather falls
Walk on a paisley pattern 91
Run to exercise the dragon
Invent flame alchemy
So the smoke falls like snow
Under dragonbreath rain
Invent a city maze to amaze
Yourself, wish spatial variety
Travel the tenuous borders
Kissing children, crying rainbow
Colors, filled with all
Like an unpoppable balloon
Casting no shadow on the earth
Do I really ever want 92
To ride the interstate
Through Alabama, sit up straight,
Startled to see those very
Trees the poem sang about,
Hear real redtailed hawks
In heavy rain. Will their song sound the same?
Or will there be a soggy silence
And, unable to feel the awe from that scene,
Captured more by reality than
The vision of beauty I used to see,
Will I still love poetry?
Hawk’s Flight 94
Diving into the last line,
Captured by a hunger for the beautiful
Stuffed rabbit on display,
Smashing against the plate glass,
Falling into a pile of feathers,
A couple of which I pick up for luck,
Stick them into the defrost vent,
Under my car window.
Gargoyles 94
Don’t grab
At your gut
But give
You excuse
For vomit
Words and curses
Get only visuals from bird names 93
And flowers named and blood,
Got lazy imaginations but try to
Get an image of this In my shower cap
I envied the elephant
Cats are immune to the hairy greens 91
Of okra poetry
Listening to lizards 93
Sparky 94
Hallucinating rodeo spirits
Bucking through life
Broken, spurred
Bridled to some light angel
Is also the most precious,
Digestsized, photocopied
Hoplophobia 94
Streetsweeper words
Chickenpecked imagery
Alphabetical hallucinations
Multisyllabic semiautomatic
2 down one to go
Pressed religion brown dandelions in yellow books
The militia of the new monarchy wait a second
Amend or become outlaw
Register or read
What can still be painted
Tax words tax bullets
Driveby media law
What is bad? 94
What is badly?
What is badly written
If this is not?
This is the panting oxen
Of blue cheer
Tullied and sullied
And caught by the balls
Must photos of sunsets and relatives 91
And pictures painted with colored
Words and the names of certain
Fauna or flora enter every poem?
Have we so tightly defined what is
And is not the beauty of existence?
Is it Tiger Lily time
Or the grey goose down?
The air is full of birdshit 94
Not my cats mating 92
They rape and are raped
No poetry here for me
Random words 94
Random, random
99 luftballoons
And Red Rover falling
Into the quagmire of a question
Does the pause (do the paws?)
Of dot, dot, dot, (…) count as a syllable?
Cat and dog love analogies 92
Are wrong
Because cats are not bitches
Pigeon 93
Poetry
Pecking
The pavement
(do they coo or only poo?)
Rhino 91
Gross misconceptions
Of tusk poaching
Poets
These lines did not need to be written 94
Actors and birds slamming against an invisible wall
The bough of boyhood 91
Bent under the high top
The guilty discipline
Of the puppy that went wild
For its entire life thereafter
Pins don’t capture it 91
Chaos is not a butterfly
Hssssssssssss 94
Hear it?
Cicada 92
Crazy legs Chirping
Into my tortured brain
Frustration
Even the shotgun
Won’t silence
Cicada Incipience
Three horses galloping free 94
Two had socks on
One had me
Loons are in style 92
This year
In MidNew Hampshire, the herons
Are resting, still barely nesting
I guess insects are easy to see 94
Throwing a simple line 91
Baited for poetry fish
Doodoo 94
Dropped in the crack
Between poetry and concrete
Softly squeezing out colors 93
The gentle beast strangles
For purpleblueyellowgreen
Face effects
Two nesting grounds 91
And herons are mentioned more
Than they lay eggs
entitled 93
The Cat/Gas Engine/My Soul/ The Laser Printer/
The Baby/ The Dog/ The Spider/ The Line/
The Coke Machine/ The Riot/ The Garbage Disposal/ The Head/
The Air Mailer/ The C.O.2 Tree/
What it wanted
Was to be fed.
Larvae of the morning 94
Sunshine blows my mind
Seeking, everlaughing
She’s my lady, stealing lines.
Denizens eat venison 93
Wrong moon, right moon, it’s still the moon 92
We fell in love under
Ants in our underwear
Where the doe dies is today’s poetry 92
The day it is yours 94
Carp and catfish
Lines dropped into mud
The birthday boy on a Sopwith Camel 92
(add blood somewhere)
Knots in wood are dead eyes.
Every dirty space between planks
Is a prison bar.
Every boat on every lake or ocean
Is a forefinger pressed into the Earth’s belly
Every Sunrise covers a gaping black hole
In the universe.
Every bed is a galaxy of insects and germs
Moving the printpatterned sheets with vaporous
vibrations.
Every sound tells of the atmosphere splitting in quakes
at various distances,
Here, in paranoia, deathpoetry.
Road kill poetry 94
The pus of squeezed pimples
Shrubbery verity 94
“Ni!”
And humming bird farts
For a whiff of the arts
“Ni!”
Amherst is buried under snow
But the pantyhose still come out
To aim a dart
In broccoli directions.
Asparagus takes years
To root and settle
While Carol contrives herself
As a hummingbird feeder
“Ni!”
Between two of them
Grateful
Cheese
Licking up dew
Sentences.
Verbs have or do
Dart up
Dart up!
Down boy.
Climb a tree.
Art as dogmoosefly 93
Species: Poet 94
His lines are arachnid
Ararat on a rat’s ass
Like antelopes loping
Over a cliffedge
If edited to the swansong
Of an Anatidae
Tonight the moon is a bird 93
Tonight the moon is a flower
Tonight the moon is a puppy
Tonight the moon is an aardvark’s hum
…..Or Other Titles, Heads Without Bodies 94
(But Not Without Tales)
Last line 94
Red herring
This is about the first line of this
Zapper bulldogs 94
A mucuswet sky
Won’t release the harvest moon
After Line 2, I Give Up 92
Rhythmmaking soulshaking
Phrases forming words conforming
And then there’s this dragon
Stuck in my tea cup
(Which, by the way, is porcelain
So you know I’m not merely some bohemian)
Angels’ echoes 92
Angels, angels
Flock of seagulls
Descending angels
Down to the depths
Of my crazy, little, manic
Up/down ma, man, manic, maniac, maniacal,
“N””U””T” spells “Nuts”,
Poetic heart.
Apocalyptic Entrails 94
Cryptic conclusions
Trypticfolded illusions
Chipped dick delusions
Endtrail conclusions
Over grass meadow, 93
Mirrored birds,
Breathless,
She went
Barefoot to the Buffet
Our protozoa 91
Dance together
Circuitously
All these poets trying to be remembered in words 91
All of us, poets,
Trying to be remembered
In words
Rather than words
Remembered
………………..
………..BUT
“I did not kill no cat” 94
We tear at the scabs 92
Weave word butterfly
Bandages
To seal the wounds
DeerPoet 94
Runs forest paths
Scavenging for death
Those snakes from 91
Hoopsnake cartoons
And Indiana Jones
Inspired this poem
My poetry has 94
A footprint fetish
Black dreams 91
Talent eyes
Taloned eyes
“Got no sight” poetry
Paint pretty pictures in my brain 94
And then snap small bones
In the “snowy field of foxtracks”
Dripping blood fluids, all about
The black dog of my guilt 92
Eats your white cat
Nah, just kidding
Wildlife Loving 94
Scamper Camper
I fire the woods
To make sure
The animals
Are not dead
Ram stall 93
Butt out
I am a bit trite 93
As though my worms rain pockets of pages
As though the sun is rising in the feast of potatoes,
like butter
As though the flowers are brooming up bumbletrees
Poetry Calm 94
Moonwillow words lain out over the shadowy swan,
Perfect pitches of serenity
To avoid ANY
Fuckin asshole coming in and upsetting the fuckin balance
Allright?!
…….Okay,
Swan fluffs its wings into midnight silence
Wow, man! 92
Look! See how skillful
The birds are at flying, man?
Wow!
Hey, duck, 93
Duck!
I’ll describe a scene 93
To trigger visions
So that you’ll listen,
Like the puppy licking my chocolate breasts,
To the last line, which I will
Throw in as a statement.
Live free or die.
Animal Secrets 91
Swallow, Tern, Robin,
Bitch, Ass, Maggot
Man, 92
This ain’t right, man.
I don’t want no fuckin’
Hang gliders
Scaring my fuckin’ birds
Staple this to your brain: 93
You can call the cat with poetry
SeaSick Fishing Chum 94
Fishing for poetry,
He vomits imagery,
Bait
Hey, don’t sing bird songs to a cat like me 94
Iguana on a pile of planks 94
Oops!
No,
It’s just a shadow
When the blackberry moon rises 94
When the grapefruit moon rises
When the aspirin moon rises
When the crescent moon rises
When the dixiecup moon rises
When the donut moon rises
When the pastry moon rises
The pepsi moon
The bloodshot moon
The beandip moon
The umlaut moon
The incandescent moon
The silkstockinged moon
The sugarcane moon
When the mayonnaise moon rises
When the starkissed moon
The bumblebee moon
The tunafish moon
The albacore moon
The dolphin moon
The blowfish moon
The whaler’s moon
When the wornout moon
When the pizza moon
When the pockmarked moon
The chocolate moon
The coldcoffee moon
The constant moon
When the dental floss moon
When the breakdown moon
The morning moon
When the toilet paper moon rises
When the moon rises
I’ll be there
Waiting for your reflection
Still pulled, like the water
By a tide of memory.
Interlocking Illusions of Imagery 93
Elephant, Flowers, grass, night, needle,
Trumpets, pebble, Raging, serious,
Breaststroke (They always just have to
Bring sex into it, don’t they?
Now I’m supposed to remember the touch
Of the first man on my nipples,
The RUSH of my first woman
And how it was a homecoming
And how we both were the homecoming
Queen and the texture of various fingers,
The indecent roughness, the calloused
Strength, the tender prodding before lips
And tongue and teeth and the anticipation of …
Well, suffice it to say, there’s just too much
Sex in the body of our poetry today
And way too much of it is just attached, superfluously,
Like a penis.
Shut (those damn noisy 94
Birds) Up!
These Tears 94
I won’t be happy
Until the whole world,
Maggot to magistrate,
Plant, vegetable, fish, animal,
All hear me crying these tears
Creating the monsters of a bad trip, 94
Goofing, they used to call it,
Scaring up images of animals
To inject into our dreams
Scarey scarey animal kingdom
Scary dark Africa
You make me wonder
If you aren’t a hunter
Or a land developer
Or a concrete contractor
Or a politician
We’ve given up writing poetry 94
It’s all these bills and debts everywhere
All the romance of knights and princesses
Is squashed under a rotting roof, falling
From termites and tradition
TICKLED BY THUNDER (94)
She put an elephant in his coffee 94
Donuts on the side
Called it “madlib” poetry
And left by the window
Imageryscrambled eyes 94
Blanched by clouds
In the shadow of mountains
Gravity is skewed
But is not so much mystery
As is the meaning of “crickets”
Zoos and “Zoot alors” 94
Exist, essentially,
As treasures.
Zookeepers
Tend to the animals
With love
And poets
Build
A natural habitat
For astonishment
I saw a heron 92
Spread its wings
Over the entire horizon
But now loons are in vogue
Spreading wings across the cover
In the very latest fashions
A muckraking ox 91
In an Oz of ours
Ran amuck, broke his chain
And trampled the flowers
(And took a big chunk
Out
Of the freedom of the press)
He lived with 92
A purple tie
In the closet,
That the moths
Fell in love with
Immediately
Cicada cicada 91
What ‘s your favorite flavor?
BLACK AND
WHITE, CROW ABOUT A CIRCLE OF REFLECTIONS (94)
The poem neighed in the saddle of lines 94
Ellipsis was the horse’s name
Cantering over a field
Of barley in the wind….
No,
Maybe it was a field of rye
Horror is conservative 94
Gothic churches
Dripped blood for the party
Line
A Sighting, A Gift 93
Gulls lifting land crabs to sky
All at once Dropping them
Finding it almost extinct 91
We get worried and begin mating procedures
To save leprosy in our microscope zoo
Somehow the word heron 91
Poets the sentence
is it heron Sounds or awkward beauty
They see as the symbol of the image (mage)?
Violence is easy 94
So you use it
Because you’re lazy
Fuck me with
Metal head steel tips
Tear the throat of
The entire fucking
WORLD
You call yourself
“Amused”
mixed metaphors can be excused 91
in the jumble of picture painting
Clarity turns to watercolor mud
And that’s the purpose
To hide the fact that
The poet really wants to expose
His beastiality
How he likes to be licked
By the family doberman
Likes the tooth danger
Mistakes avid attention
For saltlick love
All dogs are bisexual
You saw bearded Blake 92
In airborne paradise pedantry
I saw a vision of Dryden
No, He wasn’t hibernating
He just didn’t want to be forced
To smell the unwaxed fur
Of soggy bears
Let your tongue 92
Swim through the sunken portholes
Of my clichés, my hackknees,
My dog growls,
My dog ma is the bitch
That torpedoed the best of my days
Worshipping ducks 94
The goose
Making decoy art
The Comparison
To quackery and life
Mallard makes green you bow? 94
What would a loon make brown you do?
Hooves Speed Tail 92
In streaming thunder
Turf of scuffed hair
Chestnut thudding black
Girl’s brushed like
A young race horse
Constructivist constructivitis 94
Waking blood
Bound clocks and crocks
Pulleyups , bed clothes on sun
Line, birds , mocking house cage
River of blood
In an old bed
Remembering your midnight body
Under glasses that
Shade our talents
Shed your didacticism
If you have to hide it
Oh! Injury! 91
What could mollusks
Mean to me?
Oh! Injury!
Insects are swatted
By the sea
Oh! Injury!
Fish taken breathless
Uneaten, rotting
Oh! Injury!
How terribly trite
Compared to the way you treated me
Oh! Injury!
It’s a big world of art, now 93
Commemorate your ass off!