Perhaps it is to avoid some great… as in a Restoration tragedy the he… O for a long sound sleep and so fo… that one flies, soaring above the… veering upward from the pavement a…

When I was a child I played by myself in a corner of the schoolyard all alone. I hated dolls and I

I know so much about things, I accept so much, it’s like vomiting. And I am nourished by the

You are so serious, as if a glacier spoke in your ear or you had to walk through the great gate of Kiev to get to the living room.

It is 12:20 in New York a Friday three days after Bastille day, yes it is 1959 and I go get a shoeshin… because I will get off the 4:19 in… at 7:15 and then go straight to di…

is even more fun than going to San… or being sick to my stomach on the… partly because in your orange shir… partly because of my love for you,… partly because of the fluorescent…

I am ill today but I am not too ill. I am not ill at all. It is a perfect day, warm for winter, cold for fall. A fine day for seeing. I see

The opals hiding your lids as you sleep, as you ride ponies mysteriously, spring to bloom like the blue flowers of autumn each nine o’clock. And curls

Melancholy breakfast blue overhead blue underneath the silent egg thinks and the toaster’s electrical ear waits

When music is far enough away the eyelid does not often move and objects are still as lavender without breath or distant rejoinde… The cloud is then so subtly dragge…

The Sun woke me this morning loud and clear, saying “Hey! I’ve been trying to wake you up for fifteen minutes. Don’t be so rude, you are only the second poet I’ve ever cho…

If I rest for a moment near The… pausing for a liver sausage sandwi… that angel seems to be leading the… and I am naked as a table cloth, m… Close to the fear of war and the s…

The eager note on my door said “C… call when you get in!" so I quickl… a few tangerines into my overnight… straightened my eyelids and should… headed straight for the door. It…