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.
The chosen language and cadence of the work hefts off the usual pomp of poetry, without leaving any of the poetics behind.
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
The downpouring stops.
Noising geese take off north from the marine-blue flats
just beyond the fire pits
has become a symbol.
– which reminds me,
In America the time for symbols is returning –
Bo retold the old story about the robber who robbed a Baskin Robbins a few years before with a bb gun.