Summer Breeze
I have in the past diluted my true views because
they are my feeling and thoughts—
years that’s all it was—
Dirty Blues
spike face crow
come out of no
and right hand
sky go down
Bonjour
Hello.
Solicitations and grief
from the pharaohs who stole our horses.
The Annunciation
Everyone likes poems about FRANZ KAFKA! He steps in and imparts just the right lightness and weight. In this way KAFKA is like dressing for weather with no temperature.
Glassworks
They were boiling pans of gunge to eventually make soap, and supposedly there were “towering shard-rucks of spoiled pots,”
in the early Wedgewood manufactories. Keir the Scotsman was responsible for a lot of this:
he isolated slowly cooled glass crystals
Kafka Cooks Dinner
I am so filled with despair as the time grows near when she will come and I have not even begun to make a decision about what I will offer her. I am so afraid I will fall back on the Kartoffel Surprise, and it’s no surprise to her anymore. I mustn’t, I mustn’t.
Aggressive Glass and Mirrors
“I didn’t know he was famous,” my husband said.
I said, “He said all he knew is that he wanted to be famous.” I had praised Yves.
Later that night I glared at my husband. The time limit was a few seconds. I think when you’re younger the first idea you have is that adults want to talk.
Little House
Little house
clay house
thousands of funeral smell
ground swell
Vial
She came bearing
A dark-green oil.
The Great Loneliness
By March the hay bales were ripped open
exposed in the open fields
like bloated gray mice
who died in December.
