“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

They tell each other stories, lies composed as dreams and always in the colors of dreams: rust, chrome yellow, coral… chemical green. Of the dying

Our bodies, Sister, such as they are, almost touch but transparent as they are we pass through one another as if on the way

The voice, because of its austerit… The voice, because of its austerit… Someone will say, I can’t breathe… The voice ages with the body. It will say, I was shaped by ligh…

We must count in Babylon. Surely in Babylon we must count, count the days and the dead, the chambers of the palace, its stones, its steps, its

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…

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

He says this red as dust, eyes as literal self among selves and picks the coffee up. Memory is kind, a kindness, a kind of unlistening, a grey wall even toward which you move. It ...

To learn what to say to unlearn The order of islands here The number of fingers made from ideas certain Bulgaria anywhere

Sister Satan declares, Elegy is liquid no it is air. Sister Satan declares, When poetry reinvents itself without words, I will be first in line to listen. Declares that when sex reinven...

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.

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

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

But the buried walls and our mouth… no us but the snow staring at us .… And you Mr. Ground-of_what, Mr.… can you calculate the ratio betwee… between tone and row, copula and c…

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?