Poems

The Fury Of Beautiful Bones Sing me a thrush, bone. Sing me a nest of cup and pestle. Sing me a sweetbread fr an old grandfather. […]

The Fury Of Cocks There they are drooping over the breakfast plates, angel-like, folding in their sad wing, animal sad, and only the night before there […]

The Fury Of Cooks Herbs, garlic, cheese, please let me in! Souffles, salad, Parker House rolls, please let me in! Cook Helen, why are you so […]

The Fury Of Earth The day of fire is coming, the thrush, will fly ablaze like a little sky rocket, the beetle will sink like a […]

The Fury of Flowers and Worms Let the flowers make a journey on Monday so that I can see ten daisies in a blue vase with […]

The Fury Of God’s Good-bye One day He tipped His top hat and walked out of the room, ending the arguement. He stomped off saying: I […]

The Fury Of Guitars and Sopranos This singing is a kind of dying, a kind of birth, a votive candle. I have a dream-mother who sings […]

The Fury Of Hating Eyes I would like to bury all the hating eyes under the sand somewhere off the North Atlantic and suffocate them with […]

The Fury Of Jewels and Coal Many a miner has gone into the deep pit to receive the dust of a kiss, an ore-cell. He has […]

The Fury Of Overshoes They sit in a row outside the kindergarten, black, red, brown, all with those brass buckles. Remember when you couldn’t buckle your […]