If it is impossible to promise absolute fidelity, this is because we learn so much geography from the shifting of one body

This is the long tunnel of wanting… Its walls are lined with remembere… wet & red as the inside of you… full & juicy as your probing t… warm as your belly against mine,

When the devil brings him, like a Christmas puppy, examine his downy fur & smell his small paws for the scent of sulphur.

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

My broom with its tufts of roses beckoning at the black, with its crown of thistles, prickling the sky,

Love, death, sleeping with somebody else’s husband or wife-this is what poetry is about-Eskimo, Aztec,

For Naomi Lazard Sometimes I can’t wait until I… —Naomi Lazard My friends are tired. The ones who are married are tired

Because she wants to touch him, she moves away. Because she wants to talk to him, she keeps silent. Because she wants to kiss him,

A bespectacled artist called Lear First perfected this smile in a sn… He was clever and witty; He gave life to this ditty - That original author called Lear.

He says he is a perfect poet. He lives alone, with his perfect m… & sometimes they don’t even sp… So perfectly do they ‘communicate.… He lives alone, his greatest pleas…

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

the sky sinks its blue teeth into the mountains. Rising on pure will (the lurch & lift-off, the sudden swing

Little egg, little nub, full complement of fingers, toes, little rose blooming