Drive-by birth—this mother snares a cab.
Shoots up, delivers, leaves her baggage
Backseat to the world—boy born, tab

Do not let the bow scare you;

         it is for drawing back—

Destination, in the land of never enough,
   is the cornice of all I can give / all that I know,
         given over to deep blue sky.

shit flows downhill he who loves power
gets to be king he who loves love
gets to be priest kings and priests

My father lies at the end of my white coat,
witnessing his own angiography. He jokes,