A POEM WITH DOGS
Every Day Someone flies And someone crawls Through the parking lot Of a shopping mall Or over that spot And...
Every Day Someone flies And someone crawls Through the parking lot Of a shopping mall Or over that spot And...
Sleep Puppets filled the dark With round ivory faces, black eyes, Carved wooden noses, at the bars of the...
6:59 6:59 and I’m still thinking about the door On State Street with the flaking paint On either side...
DRIVEWAY DREAMS Static in the attic room. The cherry stripped of leaves Unlit strands of spherical lamps...
SONNET I don’t know where I am; it’s dark And quiet like a page full of voices Printed on the blank...
Blind correspondents meet to grill Inane candidates about their beliefs Sun through the high airport windows...
I’ve read two great books recently. They are God’s Middle Finger by Richard Grant, and the...
Wrestling It was bright in the shade and wind Contested with the sun. As they vied All day long I couldn’t...