There are places that know us well now,
places that learned all of your jokes, and all...
I recall now the colored shells
Strewn cross the beach of Sanibel...
It is a smallish park built for soccer;
thousands of weekend kids play...
I hate the fact
that I saw you...
The moon is leaking solemn
silver drops of...
I fear this feeling,
as hard as...
Headless angels adorn an abandoned Christmas Tree-
Tucked in a back alleyway...
There's nothing bleak about Spring;
for that you need a good hopeless Winter day...
I'm looking at people
lost in the rushing universe...
This woman is not a woman.
she is a sort of bendable agony...
The house I live in,
is a dress that's loose...
I had a nightmare
last night that my hair...