the sheep have formed
a nibbling ring around

the old horse all they

Make It Simple

make it so simple a child
of six can understand the

Dusting under nuptial covers,
the virgin working for the matron
wondered what love had been. A light

When snow soothes the view, it doesn’t pay to reason
with each shapely flake of its sinless topsoil.
Better admire the crystal’s moronic tolerance.

This is the repugnant part, where now
you covet the loss which a moment before
brought you the severed torso in the dream.

His companions fell asleep on the hawsers in the stern;
and she came, took him by the hand and led him
a little ways above the shore; she lay down beside him

Fifteen or twenty more dollars a night,
They could enact this solemn start
On the Grand Canal, if just in a garret

an ear goes for an ironic walk it greets the increasing entropy denying however a lupin the cloud column is introduced the ear turns itself into a doric helix by means of a sound shift a logos reveals itself as a transvestite nevertheless the ear continues to listen a prefix is riveted to it an apophony calls generalities into question and evokes remote tenses whereupon 

Mother of fictions
and of irony,
help us to laugh.

A light from the ceiling is swinging outside on Forty-second
Street traffic is zinging
Collaborating on The Construction of Boston is interesting