Most beautiful of poisons, border-plant, wearing your small green cowl, little friar, little murderer, aconitine flows

Nobody believes in love– not even me. Love is the thing you wait to end.

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…

Bobbing in the waters of the womb, little godhead, ten toes, ten fing… & infinite hope, sails upside down through the worl… My bones, I know, are only a cage

Regret is the young girl who sits… & stares at her hands. They are bluer than shadows in sno… They are bloodless as fear. Her fingernail moons are white.

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

If it is only for the taking off– the velvet cloak, the ostrich feather boa, the dress which slithers to the fl… with the sound of strange men sigh…

People wish to be settled. Onl… —Thoreau My life has been the instrument for a mouth

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

You whom I hoped to reach by writ… you beyond the multicolored tangle of telephone wires, you with your white paper soul trampled in transit,

I want to understand the steep thi… that climbs ladders in your throat… I can’t make sense of you. Everywhere I look you’re there— a vast landmark, a volcano

The man under the bed The man who has been there for yea… The man who waits for my floating… The man who is silent as dustballs… The man whose breath is the breath…

You operate on the afternoon You perform open heart surgery on the ghosts of your suicidal friends You divorce your parents

In the chest is caged bat who seeks escape through the mouth. He flaps his wings & the molars shiver.

You take me to the restaurant wher… plays God over a fish tank. The f… pace their green cage, waiting to… out of an element. Who knows what… There are thirteen in a tank meant