The dayseye hugging the earth
in August, ha! Spring is
gone down in purple,
weeds stand high in the corn,
...
Oh strong-ridged and deeply hollowed
nose of mine! what will you not be smelling?
What tactless asses we are, you and I, boney nose,
always indiscriminate, always unashamed,
...
At ten AM the young housewife
moves about in negligee behind
the wooden walls of her husband’s house.
I pass solitary in my car.
...
I bought a dishmop--
having no daughter--
for they had twisted
fine ribbons of shining copper
...
Old age is
a flight of small
cheeping birds
skimming
...
A three-day-long rain from the east--
an terminable talking, talking
of no consequence--patter, patter, patter.
...
All the complicated details
of the attiring and
the disattiring are completed!
A liquid moon
...
There were some dirty plates
and a glass of milk
beside her on a small table
near the rank, disheveled bed--
...