Detour left will not lead
That’s what I do daily rather than eat
Why question

In a thick dark
I lick my sunburnt lips.

From the other side of the door I hear your shuffling.

While we were dancing we thought Kim Jong-il
should know we think only of Kim Jong-il.

Drinking Shasta in my car
Falling birds are just where we are

Too much walking blues don’t freak

I saw the bones of Ohio begin to glow
Beneath a pulmonary night. With a limp hand,

Stretched up direct into darkness,
I felt the contours of the frozen wind

A balance at the weight
Of one large yolk shines: