OCCUPANTThe sad mailbox of my extreme youth, what did it ever deliver? The only...
A CRITICPick up your socks. Clean the house once in a while. Go to the dentist. ...
HISTORIANPiles and piles of books, boxes of documents, photographs, bones, shreds of clothes...
YOU WHO KNOWI was just enough bigger that I could wrestle you into the clean straw of the mow...
GRIFFY LAKEI spread my smooth water like a lap and caught the trees' faces where they fell...
STRANGE FISHING
Blameless
angels reel above me
their delusions
of hierarchy and stasis
pure strokes
on my head
bring them down to earth
by the heels
by a kind of fishing
catch and angler washed
in the same ocean
bound in the same net
of orbits
(thrashing and finding
each other by blows)