I work in a school
full and full of women...

When I die
I want my body burned...

Up before the sun is old
A wheeling car, a curving road...

It's September, and
the night is cool and slick, and...

A million worlds
inhabit a single stretch of bookshelf...

We went where we always go -
the place where the telephone lines shoot...

I had a dream last night that you were a zombie...
like sharks'eyes...

The screen door is creaking in the damp breeze
The first summer rain, warmer and wetter than...

The world swelling
big gourd fleshy bulk...

Low tones through thin walls, the
bouncing Germanic rhythms of my mate...

I got the news while driving
a long road on a showering day...

So much newness in the soft crushing
of a ripe red seeded...