#Americans
My father once broke a man’s hand Over the exhaust pipe of a John D… Ruben Vasquez, wanted to kill his… With a sharpened fruit knife, &… The curved tip of it, lightly, bet…
Some called it the Summer of Love… Motionless leaves that overhung th… As ever, the same as they did ever… Anybody with three dollars could h… And who wouldn’t want to know what…
All winter The trees held up their silent hiv… As if they mattered. But on one main street of bars and… I watched a woman who had begged f…
There are places where the eye can… But not here. Here, for example,… The Piazza Navona, & here is… Overlooking the Steps & the c… Tourists. And here is the Protest…
My love and I are inventing a cou… can already see taking shape, as i… passing through yellow mud. But th… lem: if we put a river in the coun… and begin flooding. If we put the…
The cop holds me up like a fish; he feels the huge bones surrounding my eyes, and he runs a thumb under them, lifting my eyelids
Applying to Heavy Equipment Scho… I marched farther into the Great… And refused to come out. I threw up a few scaffolds of disi… Around me in the fields, the hogs…
The trees went up the hill And over it. Then the dry grasses of the pastur… Only a kind of blonde light Settling everywhere
Sister once of weeds & a dark… In ditches reflecting the odd, Abstaining clouds that passed, &am… Their own counsel, we Were different, we kept our own co…
One was a bay cowhorse from Piedr… And both stood at the rail of the… In each effortless tail swish, the… Around their eyes & muzzles &a… Their front teeth were by now as y…
Those twenty-six letters filling t… Compose the dark, compose The illiterate summer sky & it… One by one, above the schoolyard. If the soul had a written history,…
I lay my head sideways on the desk… My fingers interlocked under my ch… My eyes closed. It was a three-ro… White, with a small bell tower, an… From where I sat, on still days,…
All night I dreamed of my home, of the roads that are so long and straight they die in the middl… among the spines of elderly weeds on either side, among the dead cat…
“Prince Jesus, crush those bastar… ‘Francois Villon, Grand Testam… It is the unremarkable that will l… As in Brueghel’s camouflage, wher… While elsewhere on a hill, small h…
The plaza was so still in that mom… everything was clear, As if it had been preserved beneat… stillness, &, for a while, I did not even notice the pigeons…