Although it no longer has a body
to cover out of a sense of decorum,
...
The sky is melting. Me too.
Who hasn't seen it this way?
...
despite books kindled in electronic flames.
The locket of bookish love
...
I wind my way across a black donut hole
and space that clunks.
Once I saw on a stage,
as if at the bottom of a mine
...
When a poem
speaks by itself,
it has a spark
...
An arty feline couple parodies bourgeois gender roles
and literary values before the days of YouTube.
...
cheerful stoic epic
cozy corporate convalescence
hollow gold-brick rhetoric
almighty and sleek
...
even if we won't admit it.
Getting off the subway at Canal St. —
...
How much greener
is paint than grass,
...