The garden court

Posing as Dr. Chaos

To create something near consciousness

Its meaning stated in its existence

The oven Sylvia Plath put her head in

A mythic morning with the playmate of your choice

The graveyard was almost empty

With masks we are a family

That naked we can never be

All the eggshells breaking

Judy Aloof

I knew that god would lead me to your cookies

Our endless end

The terror of your will

The strength of your terror

Stuck in mid-day

Meatbird

Her earing fell to the floor by my knee

February’s frozen valentine

Thawed in months of Mondays

Falling in the company of the rain

Kill money for cops

Point you cannot see through

Wound you can see through

Growing edges

Rats & Photographs

I don’t think we’ll see anything this bright for a long time

The sweet smelling Yalie

Amount of beauty in the world is constant

God as event

The beautiful organist’s daughter from New York

Whose Volvo had broken down

If you want sanctuary

If you want green for danger

If you run out of NoDoz

A long walk for a fat chick