Djana stares at me and looks away
as if she saw nothing.
I shiver and burn all over-
even scorn is better than indifference.
...
Empty Bachmans' Golden Crisp
All Natural potato Chip bag
Cartwheeling across the Great Lawn
toward my spot-alone
...
Sleep was deep.
Noonday sunshine woke us and
the mowers drowsy drone.
Not this darkness
...
I envy the flimsy transfer,
the thin strip of tawny paper
caught in that pretty ladys'
pared and polished fingernails.
...
Wake up man
sunrise whitens your chapel walls and falls
on the snapbeans in the prison garden:
...
ulas of the spiders' web, a
flurry of legs
nodding head
...