The snake hunts and sinews
his way along and is not his own
idea of viciousness. All he wants
a fast grab, with fur and a rapid
pulse, so he can take that flutter

This is the plum season, the night
blue and distended, the moon
hazed, this is the season of peach
with their lush lobed bulbs
that glow in the dusk, apples

i
Behind glass in Mexico
this clay doll draws
its lips back in a snarl;
despite its beautiful dusty shawl,

The eye is the organ of vision, an
Most people have a third eye but t
I’ve got nothing against telepathy
What’s the difference between visi
If you want to use the third eye y

You walked in front of me,
pulling me back out
to the green light that had once
grown fangs and killed me.
I was obedient, but

Snow packs the roadsides, sends du
onto the pavement, moves
through vision like a wave or sand
The bus charges this winter,
a whale or blunt gray

Two voices
took turns using my eyes:
One had manners,
painted in watercolours,
used hushed tones when speaking

She has been condemned to death by
may escape this death by becoming
woman by marrying the hangman. But
time there is no hangman; thus the
There is only a death, indefinitel

Cruising these residential Sunday
streets in dry August sunlight:
what offends us is
the sanities:
the houses in pedantic rows, the p

Evening comes on and the hills thi
red and yellow bleaching out of th
The chill pines grow their shadows
Below them the water stills itself
a sunset shivering in it.