Cracks in the unobserving face of a geode
Who knows what lies beneath:
The special indulgences of Christmas and on her
Birthdays,
...
Down at the high planes of nothing-
Well, at least we are starting somewhere, as the river
Sings and claps
And wets the hungry mouths of blue birds,
...
So they called us out of the ballroom, and we
Necked in the tall grass while the lions tried to swallow
A harvest of satellites
Like children in a junkyard of cradles; or it was in
...
It was the madness that is always here, raining hard
In the afternoon,
While the morning was a litter of sun; and I strutted in
My diminutive foyer like chanticleer yawning into
...
I have those dreams too- Of dancing with a
Gun atop of my head
In the foreground of the dry husk of a lighthouse,
Like a young wife who has given up in her
...
And I said I loved you, but I almost
Failed math:
You didn’t even finish school outside of Mexico:
Your house is your jewelry and it goes well,
...
Forested in daycares, we have built things that
Will never grow up:
They just diminish and are swallowed up by when it rains:
They are not even graveyards,
...
I want a family of pretty girls to be smiling at me:
I want to be holding the last flame out before the Cadillac’s
Of the last primitive estuary;
And this is my plight, crawling beneath the salty phalluses
...
Pulling their joyous scars far away:
Where will her sisters go, across the dirty roads
Overblown with minnows and the color blue
Diminishing into the occultish forest where the dragons
...
I am here mouthing off to the fish who always move:
The thunder is sounding, the traffic is muted:
I am warmed into my home, while Alma’s pony-tails
And miniskirts are off a ways and sleep,
...