#AmericanWriters
As an ant is powerless Against a raised boot, And only has an instant To have a bright idea or two. The black boot so polished,
On the first page of my dreambook It’s always evening In an occupied country. Hour before the curfew. A small provincial city.
Here come my night thoughts On crutches, Returning from studying the heaven… What they thought about Stayed the same,
The brightly-painted horse Had a boy’s face, And four small wheels Under his feet, Plus a long string
St. John of the Cross wore dark g… As he passed me on the street. St. Theresa of Avila, beautiful a… Turned her back on me. “Soulmate,” they hissed. “It’s hi…
Boss of all bosses of the universe… Mr. know-it-all, wheeler-dealer, w… And whatever else you’re good at. Go ahead, shuffle your zeros tonig… Dip in ink the comets’ tails.
Great are the Hittites. Their ears have mice and mice have… Their dogs bury themselves and lea… To guard the house. A single weed… Until the spiderwebs spread over t…
Shoes, secret face of my inner lif… Two gaping toothless mouths, Two partly decomposed animal skins Smelling of mice-nests. My brother and sister who died at…
You must come to them sideways In rooms webbed in shadow, Sneak a view of their emptiness Without them catching A glimpse of you in return.
Your mother carried you Out of the smoking ruins of a buil… And set you down on this sidewalk Like a doll bundled in burnt rags, Where you now stood years later
And the one that’s got it in for y… Mister, that keeps taunting you In an old man’s morning wheeze Every time you so much as glance a… Or blurt something in your defense…
O crows circling over my head and… I admit to being, at times, Suddenly, and without the slightes… Exceedingly happy. On a morning otherwise sunless,
The obvious is difficult To prove. Many prefer The hidden. I did, too. I listened to the trees. They had a secret
Green Buddhas On the fruit stand. We eat the smile And spit out the teeth.
This last continent Still to be discovered. My hand is dreaming, is building Its ship. For crew it takes A pack of bones, for food