But then, to earn his real keep and sustain
the poetry by which he really lived, he had
to be polite about poems written by losers

There’s a Ghost in my head, although
I don’t know his name. He tells me

the flowers that have never smelled in english there is no real word

Gas is $4.09 per gallon. Aromatic cedar mulch is $3.49 per 2 cubic foot bag. A flight to Paris is beyond my means.

“Never bring the Lord an animal that
is blind, has broken bones, cuts, warts, scabs,
or ringworm. Never give the Lord any of these in
a sacrifice by fire on the altar."
—LEVITICUS 22:22

I am an analyst, Miss Mary-ann by name
    I am the Antichrist, I am free on Friday night

Who took us into a lower east side squat
Who took us into Steal This Radio
where Bernadette played whale songs

to experience a thrill zone or a patina

approaching rembrandt

the mnemonist

takes a truncheon for a hat

    First thought I had today, was that I would
    Buy a gun
    Tomorrow
    I’ve picked out a tree on the hillside
    Outside my window
    Under which to shoot myself.

Choice is painful,
Occasion but a drag.

DOGS OF FEAR
    “I had nothing to tell them;
 I was talking to their dogs.”
                -- Philip Whalen

with men as with caterpillars
nothing was chanced