In the rain, get your hands off my trickling face!

If you could tell me this sense of digression
And certain proclivity toward suffering, that
This will be settled on some future date, justifying

There is snow on Vesuvius
And the barometer has dropped to one.
Winter again and Spring suspended

From the bedroom you can see
straight to the fringe of the woods
with a cross-staved gate to re-

In the beginning of my love wild hearts and trees. Greenness. The waves
at the end of the street. Dynamite proposals. To be a man,
or a white thing crawling through nuns’ dreams. In

On Sunday afternoon in Georgia I had nothing to do
So I sent myself back to Georgia underwater
In the traditional manner of the English

O blue and nerveless
stars. The night and the
distance of the lake.

I told you
When you buy monkeys
You have to take the ones that are very lively and who almost scare you

I’m dying from the heat in my cabin and I can’t air it out for fear of exposing my little family of little animals to the air current
Too bad

Three prisoners get a hold of guns
They kill their jailer and grab the prison keys
They come running out of their cells and kill four guards in the courtyard