I try to keep falling in love if only to keep death at bay.

Broken ivories playing the blue piano of the sea. We have come

All night he lies awake tuning the… tuning the night with its fat crac… with its melancholy love songs cro… across the rainy air above Verdun & the autobahn’s blue suicidal…

Because you did, I too arrange fl… Watching the pistils just like ins… And the hard, red flesh of the pet… Widening beneath my eyes. They mo… Of clocks, seeming not to move exc…

Sweet muse with bitter milk, I have lain between your breasts, put my ear

All over the district, on leather… & brocade couches, on daybeds & ‘professional divans,’ they… The air is thick with it, the ears of analysts must be stick…

Already six years past your age! The steps in Rome, the house near Hampstead Heath, & all your fears that you might cease to be

You are the first muse who came to… The others began & ended with… or a glance or a kiss between stan… the others strode away in the poin… or were kicked out by the stiletto…

If God is a dog drowsing, contemplating the quintessential dogginess of the universe, of the whole canine race, why are we

On a darkening planet speeding toward our death, we pierce a rosy cloud & hit clean air,

The man giving birth in the dark has died & come back to life again, is stretching out his arms

Cement up to the neck & my head packed with unsaid words. A gullet full of pebbles, a mouth

I began by loving women & the love turned to bitterness. My mother, the bitter, whose bitter lesson–

You call me courageous, I who grew up gnawing on books, as some kids

He still wears the glass skin of c… Under his hands, the stones turn m… His eyes are knives. Who froze the ground to his feet? Who locked his mouth into an horiz…