As if by saying “morning” on Janu… the light would be set forward along the megalophonous shore Was there anything else you wanted… about the body where I belong

From the Mercury Fountain, Mahmo… spills a stream echo of things sun to stone speaking cicada to poppy

So, Alyosha, maybe it is true that we live in perhaps. Perhaps the earth . . . perhaps th… chemical winds, auroras, tides, chalk hills and blistered pines

This can be seen as placing a mirr… The mountain is where we live, a c… of unequal sides the days no sun a… This is life in the square inch fi… a September particle, biochip, or…

We must count in Babylon. Surely in Babylon we must count, count the days and the dead, the chambers of the palace, its stones, its steps, its

Those who have lived here since be… time are gone while the ones who m… replace them have not yet arrived. The streets are wet with a recent rain yet you continue to count

The laughter of the Sphinx caused my eyes to bleed The blood from my eyes flowed onto that ancient map of sand

“I said darkling and you said spar… The play-house appears before us as a real house in the dark filled with people cut out of magazines and postcards

Sister, is it not time for us to learn to speak now that the infernal machines have captured the breathing word? Now that drones fill the sky

But the buried walls and our mouth… no us but the snow staring at us .… And you Mr. Ground-of_what, Mr.… can you calculate the ratio betwee… between tone and row, copula and c…

I returned a book to John Ashbery last week. It was 1” x 1” x 1”, a perfect cube. “Gee, Michael, you’ve had that book for twelve years. What took you so long?” “It was surprisingly dens...

Our bodies, Sister, such as they are, almost touch but transparent as they are we pass through one another as if on the way

Bury me in a cocoa pod, it’s time. Bury me in a Mercedes Benz, a silver one, I’ve met my end. Bury me in a lobster shell, a carapace of red, now I’m dead.

I was blind then, then a thread, then an effigy sledding toward the sun. Then a child falling unnoticed through space and into the sea, a painting of the sea. Dear Sister, your sisterho...