The world has gone crazy, but please let me make you One of my songs. You can eat it, if you want. It tastes better when it's fresh, but you can also take It with you on long journeys. The world has gone crazy, But not everyone has…

I will wrap up in quilts that still smell of summer sun

no more trying to keep / the peace, no more trying / to keep every person happy. / Just this: no more.

Pale like a tracing of a memory

He hates this body no less now/ than he did at 14 for its pudginess/ and the hair that can’t conform

we get back to discussing how long a year is although no one talks about what a woman is or a man and they are just there. rocking chairs rock. sitting and spinning, just like spider’s spin waiting for him – to make a coffee.

I ain’t one who don’t sing verses Exactly as they seem But tonight I’ll bring six curses On that new boy you’ve been seeing I know I was only your country mouse And you wanted a bigger house In some other city than I was in With your sch

the emergence of the Beatles and the Vietnam War sad human electricity no buzz of any wheel

The night was filled with voices and signals. Roads not taken reappeared. Driving past the anniversary of my death I passed a chipmunk

beware the slice of the knife cutting like a curious comet blasting through solar systems down the throat of the bad ass milky way

soloing on a high wire

The day doesn’t budge in its enormity.

He was a boy then, barely ten, when he sat on the edge of the pond, watched the ducks swim, made intermittent ricochets. He didn't exactly know what had come over him that day. Whether it had been premeditated and meant to hurt. Or just an impulse of the moment,…

When did the air become warning?That clairvoyant delft and Delphic sky.What strange and ardent premonitionheld sway? Where were we goingbefore this hard work of constant falling?We were catching cabs and making breakfast,ironing, cursing late trains; hoping the deal…

'It’s a movie,' he knew he couldn’t tell The Pathogen aloud — it would shatter him, obvious as it was.

pens loaded with ink/exceeding or equal to/my volume of blood.

It was by the well on one cold early spring morning