On a sunny morning a somebody discovers an official letter in his dwelling: it is lying on the breakfast table next to the cup. It is uncertain how it got there. Scarcely opened, it pounces on the reader with a demand:

The man on stilts 
lights his cigar
from the glow

Homage to those days
when you're up early and hysterical before noon.
When your deepest darkest doubts

At my doctor's insistence I joined Epileptics Anonymous. They look the same as anyone else, except for the small blue clouds brooding in the corners of their eyes.

The shape of loneliness is a hole
By definition, to be filled.

At the outer edges of the hole
The lizard of jealousy sits

When my sister was small, father carried her everywhere in a woven pack-basket. Once he killed a deer with her strapped to his back. She moved and spoiled his first shot, and the deer ran off with one shattered hind leg trailing like smoke.

And I say my poems are getting too loose
flopping like clothes on a line
bright colored Bodies

For hours I will sit staring at a portion of myself. A leg perhaps. Mine is thick and heavily muscled, a bit fat in the upper thigh. Most people would consider it powerful, capable of winning some kind of contest. The short, curly black hairs cover it in a regular pattern. There is no detectable flaw in the perfect taper of the calf or in the smooth-working joint.

Very old bodies always seem to be melting
like fetuses, or flaccid smelly large white lumps
of mozarella cheese. They are as shapeless

In the late afternoon, above the town of Llanes, on the rock wall of the promenade, old men sit facing the ocean and read soft core pornography.

Sometimes nuns too visit this promenade and walk along it from one end to the other.