Poems

Hurry Up Please It’s Time What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling off […]

Hutch of her arms, this was her sin: where the wood berries bin of forest was new and full, she crept out by its tall posts, […]

I Remember By the first of August the invisible beetles began to snore and the grass was as tough as hemp and was no color—no more […]

In Excelsis- It is half winter, half spring, and Barbara and I are standing confronting the ocean. Its mouth is open very wide, and it has […]

In The Deep Museum My God, my God, what queer corner am I in? Didn’t I die, blood running down the post, lungs gagging for air, […]

It Is A Spring Afternoon Everything here is yellow and green. Listen to its throat, its earthskin, the bone dry voices of the peepers as they […]

Just Once Just once I knew what life was for. In Boston, quite suddenly, I understood; walked there along the Charles River, watched the lights copying […]

Killing The Love I am the love killer, I am murdering the music we thought so special, that blazed between us, over and over. I am […]

Kind Sir: These Woods Kind Sir: This is an old game that we played when we were eight and ten. Sometimes on The Island, in down […]

Knee Song Being kissed on the back of the knee is a moth at the windowscreen and yes my darling a dot on the fathometer is […]