There are doors
that want to be free
from their hinges to
fly with perfect clouds.
There are windows

Spinning like a ghost
on the bottom of a
top,
I’m haunted by all
the space that I

Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing
boards across the creek. That was
The boards dammed up the creek eno
bathtub there, and the creek flowe
invited like a postcard to the oce

I don’t care how God-damn smart
these guys are:     I’m bored.
It’s been raining like hell all da
and there’s nothing to do.

Hinged to forgetfulness
like a door,
she slowly closed out of
sight,
and she was the woman I loved,

I live in the Twentieth Century
and you lie here beside me. You
were unhappy when you fell asleep.
There was nothing I could do abou
it. I felt hopeless. Your face

The petals of the vagina unfold
like Christofer Columbus
taking off his shoes.
Is there anything more beautiful
than the bow of a ship

Oh, Marcia,
I want your long blonde beauty
to be taught in high school,
so kids will learn that God
lives like music in the skin

Do you think of me
as often
as I think
of you?

Ah,
you’re just a copy
of all the candy bars
I’ve ever eaten.