They are coming for your teeth, yo… They are coming. Twine 's Slinking round your feet, Dreaming of the Hesperides. A lodger in your own home,
Out of nowhere Godly silence Out of nowhere – the noiseless god song – There is unwinding. There is amas…
Rain-drop on leaf, rheumy-stained; A single, impenetrable world falli… Holding, the difference between yo… It plays out its hair-tortoise fro… Elongates, encompasses all;
Listen a something sound tumbling and chu… Under it Ovid in Tomis the edge o… The low constant hum listen the bl… The icy Danube barbarian water
Nebuchadnezzar summoned you there, Robed in yellow and blue, Anathema of Canaanites and angel Wings on your back. You shoved a knee between her thig…
Holding a Glock in a Vegas range, She is shaking and girlish, Smiling and gawking for the filmer… Then, taking aim, a little off, A little out, hitting low.
You were no older at forty Than you had been at twenty: Still a crucible of determination, A force not to be undermined. You’d absconded once, by God,
Under the bellowing tree she calle… Dust motes dancing with dandelion… A muddle of sun cream, bug-sting a… Under the billowing tree she caugh… I saw the kingfish there:
I sat in your seat, scanned your d… Picked up a picture of your child, Thumbed through out there beat Cases of sound you played too loud… For dumbfounded classes, spellboun…
She was a child once, Pulling the heads off dolls; Pulling out fine pink nylon hair, Exposing the trephined holes. She’d pack up heads in a bag
On hillocks, us two, Just killing time, Racing up slopes, Letting out the twine. Mine, taken by the air first,
They arrayed you in funeral attire And dragged you from crag to crag, Transported you by zephyr - Impregnated and exposed - Half-hideous, half-beautified
I think that I shall be leaving n… I bid you all adieu. A midnight frown is on the brow of each and all of you. The weary night invites me down
Old Paris, flexing his quiver fin… lies down on the mountain side and spies beneath his honest eyes her of downy nape, in whose own gr… the desires of men, weaving