Not a peep out of you now After the bedlam early this mornin… Are you begging pardon of me Hidden up there among the leaves, Or are your brains momentarily ove…

The brightly-painted horse Had a boy’s face, And four small wheels Under his feet, Plus a long string

Here come my night thoughts On crutches, Returning from studying the heaven… What they thought about Stayed the same,

Fingers in an overcoat pocket. Fingers sticking out of a black leather glove. The nails chewed raw. One play is called “Thieves’ Market,” another “Night in a Dime Museum.” The fingers w...

Where the path to the lake twists… A puff of dust, the kind bare feet… Is what I saw in the dying light, Night swooping down everywhere els… A low branch heavy with leaves

Executioner happy to explain How his wristwatch works As he shadows me on the street. I call him that because he is grim… And wears black.

With only his dim lantern To tell him where he is And every time a mountain Of fresh corpses to load up Take them to the other side

The one who had been whispering All along in this empty theater And whose voice I just heard— Or imagined I did Distracted as I was by my own tho…

In my great grandmother’s time, All one needed was a broom To get to see places And give the geese a chase in the… •

The night still frightens you. You know it is interminable And of vast, unimaginable dimensio… “That’s because His insomnia is p… You’ve read some mystic say.

Shoes, secret face of my inner lif… Two gaping toothless mouths, Two partly decomposed animal skins Smelling of mice-nests. My brother and sister who died at…

The mad and homeless take shelter Against the cold weather In tombs of the fabulously rich, Where they huddle in their rags And make themselves scarce only

St. John of the Cross wore dark g… As he passed me on the street. St. Theresa of Avila, beautiful a… Turned her back on me. “Soulmate,” they hissed. “It’s hi…

Where it says snow read teeth-marks of a virgin Where it says knife read you passed through my bones like a police-whistle

Seems like a long time Since the waiter took my order. Grimy little luncheonette, The snow falling outside. Seems like it has grown darker