My grandmother used it, Dutch Cleanser, 
in the dark Shillington halls, 
in the kitchen darkened by the grape arbor, 

Like dots before your eyes, the ships 
Roll in on the new tide and drop anchor. 
“They will go away,” you think. But later 

At the age of three
I was promised in marriage
to a neighboring princess

I have a gift for you.
Please open it now
For inside you will find the words

You would think while the hours helped,
if the wind was right, then follow
a current along shore till a beach

“Do you realize,” I asked, after biting the sensitive
Spot on her shoulder, “that Darius was incited
To attack the Greeks by a homesick physician in his court?”

This pair of pants has four pockets.
It can be seen how lovely they all are
carrying their duty-free cargo and passing

That woman on the beach camouflaged
in sand (in California where
they have Satanic rituals now)

Because you are the Visiting Distinguished, and because our whole city is celebrating your illustrious Treatise On Weeping, I am giving a party in your honor and discussing with you some prominent instances of weeping I myself have observed in men’s rooms, offices, train stations, etc. My other guests are waiting to join the discussion; let them wait.

There is no sun
for it can not be remembered:
only a growing pressure