Can't move can't speak can't think to wonder
why that's so. Song says I still
believe, can't think of what, who

Midsummer with other men’s lovers, fumbles
on a living room couch, significance asleep
upstairs: I come through the door, I come

I was walking with the backward
river, sluggish water dialects
spell out spilled lakefront’s

He winds through the party like wind, one of the just
who live alone in black and white, bewildered

The hulks lie on their sides amid the breakers,
the wrecks of mischance rot. I could lose myself
in riddled waves: sailors drown daily there.

In the painting by Guido Reni of Saint Sebastian
in the Palazzo Rosso, which reproduction makes available
to those who travel only on the page, the saint to be