love is
: rum in your stomach and
whistling the heat of it back through your teeth.
: eyes watering from formaldehyde
...
it came to man
like the green droppings
of the too-soon Xmas pigeon.
that is, quite nude, shy -
...
before the Elysian Fields
and venetian blinds
was he (am)
sitting on a sun
...
salut! grand nuit de la foi!
salut!
and blessed be this vulgar peace
of the darkened Mass.
...
yesterday,
being the push of another 365 fiasco,
was the saturday of lost identity.
football's answer to perpetual motion.
...
1) i like you in the winter
when your face is washed and is noxema.
2) i like you in the summer
when your face is sandy-gritty
...
Mothers and grandmothers
One mother, one grandmother
Your mother, my grandmother
The ladies of my life.
...
The decision of my
Battle encloses
Me and the joy of
Suffering is upon me.
...
squealing snow splashes
love, wheezing and hardly
slushing as I crunch
my cares to little
...