for Stanley Tookie Williams
December 29, 1953 - December 13, 2005
after the State of California
murdered him by lethal injection

So rounded a season : the sky

Today I talked to trained professionals about my penis.

The last one said, “Oh David, it’s not the end of the world!”

In the event as a beginner
(possible) and fall correctly.
Don't stiffen your natural
floor or ground.

Ice. Air. Heads fall.
Red snow, half eaten
cows. Crawling horses.

Amass the lovely the lost the least
                  thermophiles

a dearth of lumen the oasis of fresh pond alongside a road one number can describe all the objects inside your house I like the idea of being a bottle of milk or heavy cream doesn’t everyone sleep in persian blue satin sheets like cucumbers in a box of snow

resting quietly i expose myself in the grocery store isle to christians who make me uncomfortable and listen and hear nobody only the wind through the leaves in the evening i think of crab cakes the wood the pensive hill the rippling nipple the rude step

When Poetry is pure you wake up with it by your bed!

As you become your friends your furniture must become you,
stand for the real you, and something on each shelf
and wall so the friends feel friendliness.

with everything
gathering speed he took
off his hat and threw it

my father was a minor beat poet