I was blind then, then a thread, then an effigy sledding toward the sun. Then a child falling unnoticed through space and into the sea, a painting of the sea. Dear Sister, your sisterho...

[Let a be taken as . . .] a liquid line beneath the skin and b where the blue tiles meet body and the body’s bridge a seeming road here, endless

At the end of the bridge is a stat… it goes back into my throat drying… Miracle of Sicilian weeping. Blee… dreams. He announced that he was about to…

Singing is prohibited in this café… Torture is permitted in this café. I’ll have a double, thank you, in time, Sister, may I call you Sister, you

Say that Ariadne spins the Nine… spins and sings them, the first for the body, the second for the p… the rest for the seconds, the minu… the hours of the day, the month’s…

Now I see them sitting me before… There’s noise and laughter. Someb… mentions that hearing is silver before we move on to Table One with the random numbers. I look do…

All elegy is fragment sings the crazed sister as she hurls wine glasses and dinner plates from her apartment window,

The laughter of the Sphinx caused my eyes to bleed The blood from my eyes flowed onto that ancient map of sand

“I said darkling and you said spar… The play-house appears before us as a real house in the dark filled with people cut out of magazines and postcards

I do not know English. I do not know English, and theref… say about this latest war, floweri… scope in the evening sky. I do not know English, and theref…

The order of islands here If you take it will I give it back at two o’clock Will you hold it

What of the wolfhound at full stri… What of the woman in technical dre… and the amber eye that serves as a… and witness to the snowy hive?

Oh, body, where are you going, body of the earth, lost double, lost copy of the body mute body of yesterday in tomorrow’s shredded cloth?

Here, Sister, it can be said that good-by means hello, day night, far near, here where the rivers run uphill and the clouds lie still

Bury me in a cocoa pod, it’s time. Bury me in a Mercedes Benz, a silver one, I’ve met my end. Bury me in a lobster shell, a carapace of red, now I’m dead.