the moment Nietzsche got ahold of Aphrodite a thousand swords fell from the sky
What the fuck
The house moving slowlyThis morning. Photos on the walls -Suddenly dissatisfied.
Until it was stenciled by snow at midnight,
I hadn’t noticed the statue on Washington street.
Oh, look. A June bug is trapped
in the screen door. Buzz saw scent.
Plastic and old dust. In the yard
a laid-back mourning dove coos.
I feel queasy thinking about what it took to get here
beyond the silent weeping we kept from each other
waiting for news that even one of the treatments had worked.
I saw her room for the first time through a blistering hangover.
She was not in bed. Somewhere I heard a tea kettle.
when I scolded the dog my boy began to cry
I saw the Cadillac Ranch too.
The back halves of luxury auto-
mobiles are arranged
like dominos ready to tip,
as if some sick prophet
left Easter Island
to make a uniquely American joke.
The downpouring stops.
Noising geese take off north from the marine-blue flats
just beyond the fire pits