Poetry

Beginning in the midst of things that split or burn or tear the skin with happenstance, this elegant, unkempt earth of rust and dust, smashed cat and armadillo roadkill, abandoned pickup trucks blocking the berm. A fine scum of rumor and pine pollen coats cars and sidewalks, spring’s clumsy fingers smear the seen with allergens:…

In the hundred days I lived in a trailer in Ithaca, New York, I thought unceasingly of that other Ithaca, wine-dark, beset, a place from which to start from, maybe to come home to in some eventuality undreamed of. I cleaned factories for a guy named Ben who wanted to make movies and whom I…

I will dive to the bottom of the hotel pool and find my mother’s hairpin. With the mouth of a drowning woman on my lap, I will add her breath to mine. In the dark, I will lay the thin white sheet of moonlight over the blue plums of my wife’s breasts. With the new…

Accept it. There will never be anything else Except this here. April snowstorm Sweeps away the filaments of smoke, and then The sun appears and melting ice Drop by drop trickles from stiff cables. Let’s avoid misunderstanding Stammer out this rapture together with sorrow Between ice and water, in the hazy Spring light when drain…

I can"t say: sweat, and then skin, and then mom, and then speak. No such thing as a sentence, it seems. No such thing as what’s    happening. Moth under the covers, get out. Brown wings, hung on the lamp    stand. If the soul lives in memories then the soul is no matter to reckon   …

The street went up a slight rise and then angled up toward the left, like a raised arm. There were four utility poles on one side: each pole was a T with two crosses, with the wires coming from each pole and extending out in a messy radiance of black lines to the houses and…

Perhaps someone was watching a mud turtle or an armadillo skulk along an old interminable footpath, armored against sworn enemies, & then that someone shaped a model, nothing but the mock-up of a hunch into a halved, rounded, carved-out globe of wood covered with animal skin. How many battles were fought before bronze meant shield…

The embarrassment of wanting to pray to God, the demand that God give a good Goddamn had made him pretty nutty by the end; a lifelong Marxist, he took up with Ouspensky, then spent all his money (and he had tons, all those years in the bank when Das Kapital and the Wall Street Journal…

We have smoked all the cigarettes and sold the last pack years ago but I think you’ll thank us once you read the research—that much we took upon ourselves. So, remember: smoking kills. Beware of radiation, mercury and ground-level ozone, and for God’s sakes, wear your seatbelts in whatever kind of wacky cars you make….