The river’s a starry fissure — we share this forgetting. In a similar clearing, my sister crawls from a wreck.

You clench your sieves and sift them out the body hangs like threads pours down its raiments rain-like The weather inside is never the weather outside That death’s head is just a symbol a distraction       Spirit still follows In the textured plots we planted no graves but cuticles grew A house appeared           Could […]

Inside the ghost factory there are many small machines. They are very important but they do not make ghosts. The ghosts are in cabinets, though sometimes you may meet them in open fields. No need to greet them — they are shy and speak only with the greatest reluctance. It has been said that the […]

Slept rotten inside your anger every hour reminder up early out the door scared to see you after   • • •   Not letting it get me down it getting me down   • • •   Toxic life ingredients everything has something in it too integral to be excised This poem is didactic in essence but should […]

I have been in love and I have been in the airport and I have been to London to visit the Queen. I have thought about her both dressed and undressed. Take my hand. I have been feeling ill lately, and my trips to the pharmacy have been of no help whatsoever. The old man […]

Fat, bewildered days stretch into the distance                 Music becomes a clatter                then music again                 The end not being accomplished by attainment so much as being proven to have been attained                 long ago                 a time when we finally turn            and see what was there despite our having […]

Gulls at low tide, unconcernedly quiet. Weather’s the only explanation.   __________________   Driven         inland        (downpour’s approach) we cross        yellow roses        thriving among dull brush.   __________________             Stalled here, we argue. Our words dislodge fog.                                                 __________________                                                                      Obdurate waver, my late portrait, take your […]

This is how I do it. First, I tell myself not to be frightened — it will be OK. Then I read the books, the ones that are already written. It may be a relapse but that doesn’t matter either. Gestures are gestural, but they are also symptomatic, procedural. Proceed three blocks in any direction […]

sworn spoon over lost moon, swoons & so forth out of the brink, on the pan handle dawn & ample drawn curtain curtailing calling all suitors & adjunct professors to join the spelling spilling breeze & last month’s discourse playing plaid & underused unpopular patterns fleeing the market to ruin my own jokes & my […]