A Closet Freezes
In a room that knows your death
a closet freezes like a postage stamp.
A coat, a dress is hanging there.
The Memoirs of Jesse James
I remember all those thousands of hours
that I spent in grade school watching the clock,
waiting for recess or lunch or to go home.
Waiting: for anything but school
My teachers could easily have ridden with Jesse James
for all the time they stole from me.
Have You Ever Felt Like a Wounded Cow
Have you ever felt like a wounded cow
halfway between an oven and a pasture?
walking in a trance toward a pregnant
We Stopped At Perfect Days
We stopped at perfect days
and got out of the car.
The wind glanced at her hair.
It was as simple as that.
I turned to say something—
A Lyrical Want, an Endocrine Gland Fancy
A lyrical want, an endocrine gland fancy,
a telescope that I thought had no thorns
have led me to a pain that I cannot pronounce.
It gathers around me like a convention of translators
for a language that does not exist with all those
meetings to attend.
Melting Ice Cream at the Edge of Your Final Thought
Oh well, call it a