Bananas are an example.

—But who reads that shit? About as true to life as a
   velvet grape.
—I think he judges poetry with his dick. And poets, too.

I prop up the dog and wait for him to pee.
Three A.M. A phrase goes floating through my head:
“A still Prussian-blue night with rather weak stars.”

the uncanny ability, a special dance, a mind on safari, 
the scent of blossoms, the foraging flight, the uncanny 
ability, to cling, to find, to fly into a mind on safari,

Sounds that came into the world in my lifetime        
already sound old-fangled: dial-up modems,
the implosion of a television tube 

The first time I saw it, I thought what an ugly specimen. It looked like Grandma’s bathing cap, grown green and small after all these years. I sliced it open and tasted the pale flesh. And gradually she offered herself up leaf by leaf. In her depths she held a tiny, faded star, a spark that fell in the meteor shower over Frank’s garden. 

It's true. I lied. Isn't that how
we stay alive? Dr. Metz in Old Testament
101 said Moses parted the reeds on a lake,

After you’ve become a human drum
to let high frequency thrumming
create magnetic pictures of your
brain, you examine the evidence,

Bathing, Miss Del Greco informed us in health class,
is very important, especially once you become a teenager.
In fact I can smell many of you this very day,

The book rotted by the rain, the clay that’s slipped,
the earth screeches, plates collapse,
the walls lose their grip on the paintings,
nothing is aligned like the planets we think we understand.
Within the shock announced this morning by the howling dogs