I was wrapped in black
fur and white fur and
you undid me and then
you placed me in gold light... more »
Child, the current of your breath is six days long.
You lie, a small knuckle on my white bed;
lie, fisted like a snail, so small and strong... more »
Not that it was beautiful,
but that, in the end, there was
a certain sense of order there;... more »
Just once I knew what life was for.
In Boston, quite suddenly, I understood;
walked there along the Charles River,... more »
The summer sun ray
shifts through a suspicious tree.
though I walk through the valley of the shadow... more »
Inside many of us
is a small old man
who wants to get out.
No bigger than a two-year-old... more »
Many are the deceivers:
The suburban matron,
proper in the supermarket,
list in hand so she won't suddenly fly,... more »
O Mary, fragile mother,
hear me, hear me now
although I do not know your words.... more »
I stand before the sea
and it rolls and rolls in its green blood
saying, 'Do not give up one god
for I have a handful.'... more »
Since you ask, most days I cannot remember.
I walk in my clothing, unmarked by that voyage.
Then the almost unnameable lust returns.... more »
We sail out of season into on oyster-gray wind,
over a terrible hardness.
Where Dickens crossed with mal de mer
in twenty weeks or twenty days... more »
Perhaps the earth is floating,
I do not know.
Perhaps the stars are little paper cutups
made by some giant scissors,... more »
Be careful of words,
even the miraculous ones.
For the miraculous we do our best,
sometimes they swarm like insects... more »
with capsules in my palms each night,
eight at a time from sweet pharmaceutical bottles... more »
A thousand doors ago
when I was a lonely kid
in a big house with four
garages and it was summer... more »
The town does not exist
except where one black-haired tree slips
up like a drowned woman into the hot sky.... more »
My doctor, the comedian
I called you every time
and made you laugh yourself
when I wrote this silly rhyme...... more »
Everyone in me is a bird.
I am beating all my wings.
They wanted to cut you out
but they will not.... more »
Over stone walls and barns,
miles from the black-eyed Susans,
over circus tents and moon rockets... more »
Roach, foulest of creatures,
who attacks with yellow teeth
and an army of cousins big as shoes,
you are lumps of coal that are mechanized... more »
In the thin classroom, where your face
was noble and your words were all things,
I find this boily creature in your place;... more »
I am the love killer,
I am murdering the music we thought so special,
that blazed between us, over and over.... more »
His awful skin
stretched out by some tradesman
is like my skin, here between my fingers,
a kind of webbing, a kind of frog.... more »
Put on a clean shirt
before you die, some Russian said.
Nothing with drool, please,
no egg spots, no blood,... more »
No matter what life you lead
the virgin is a lovely number:
cheeks as fragile as cigarette paper,
arms and legs made of Limoges,... more »
Some ghosts are women,
neither abstract nor pale,
their breasts as limp as killed fish.... more »
riding your merry-go-round
right to the roots,... more »
I was tired of being a woman,
tired of the spoons and the post,
tired of my mouth and my breasts,
tired of the cosmetics and the silks.... more »
By the first of August
the invisible beetles began
to snore and the grass was
as tough as hemp and was... more »
a girl who keeps slipping off,
arms limp as old carrots,
into the hypnotist's trance,
into a spirit world
speaking with the gift of tongues.
She is stuck in the time machine,
suddenly two years old sucking her thumb,
as inward as a snail,
learning to talk again.
She's on a voyage.
She is swimming further and further back,
up like a salmon,
struggling into her mother's pocketbook.
Little doll child,
come here to Papa.
Sit on my knee.
I have kisses for the back of your neck.
A penny for your thoughts, Princess.
I will ...
Wait Mister. Which way is home?
They turned the light out
and the dark is moving in the corner.
There are no sign posts in this room,
four ladies, over eighty,
in diapers every one of them.
La la la, Oh music swims back to me
and I can feel the tune they played
the night they left me