EYEBROWS
you can see your mustach...

IMPOSSIBLE
the politician must have a...

10/11
creeping naked around a church...

SUMMIT
after i cut...

9/27
She liked TV, it was everything to...

SPORTS
baseball on unsanctified ground...

PERSONAL
you're right, tom--even the...

LATE OCTOBER

I am rain-tranced, fed with sleep.
Out on the back roads where
the wind slumps down on gravel
the old year goes inside out
and cries its bones away.
Are you on those roads?
When the wind blows cold
does it blow your way?