Oranges Every summer, oranges grew like heartbeats: my father went to the grave of his sister and my mother picked them from the trees. Mornings and nights were peeled from...

        Sentry Billy B. Good dope kept Viet Cong on white chargers at bay while on guard duty, seeds for poems about Rimbaud, etc. fell from saddlebags said Billy B. Slight of...

    Ursus Maritimus Waiting at the junction where I turn left: logical and you turn right: creative, I take down my guard gesture for you to. The glass partition gone, I see you are all...

      Orbit Look up on a clear night, you’ll see me glint by. I’ll try to wave assuming I’m not doing space things. They’ve got me growing weed under lamps; I have to roll it...

      Itinerant Singer 'Two' Four walls contain acquaintances: Table and chairs - Immensely relevant. As well, the wine cup, The ticking clock, and Neatly folded paper-money To nurse...

  Demdike   A boy gnew me by a stonepit.  He steemed in th sun stone-waking, lighting trees like wicks; his eyes were sofd as ash, and cities hymned and chymneyed in the atlas of his sex....

      The pencil tree I want a pencil tree, its black heart writing words of wind and rain, winter stillness and summer flourish. I want a pencil tree, but not that one. That one has...

      A Glory   Soft headed, out there through the mist, the sun nothing but a sense of light. No time, no place. The vapour carries it all. It’s enough.   Given the time...

      The Use of Me Turn me in with turning leaves, with squirrels, tend me seldom as some feral plot. Watch me like a model in my polka dot apparel, let me be my foibles and my fops....

      Cuddled in the Bus Station Cuddled in the bus station in our old wool coats we agree that the wobble in the axis of our favorite planet corresponds to the wobble in those organs...