What a rough night! It’s either no dreams at all,
or else a dream that may or may not be
a dream portending loss. 

Where this floated up from, or why,
I don’t know. But thinking about this
since just after Robert called

Drawing paper down from the cupboard           sky
goes in at the top             scribble scrabble
green line grass for the bottom             filling

Tonight I hear machines at their dark work in the dark, I understand 
the sound they make among the gaps between the trees 

And the wingspan?
It varies; it can be
in microns, in centimeters, in meters.

Nulli se dicit mulier mea nubere malle
    quam mihi, non si se Iuppiter ipse petat.
dicit: sed mulier cupido quod dicit amanti 

 Damon the artisan (none as fine as
he in the Peloponnese) is
fashioning the Retinue of Dionysus

He’s gone from him forever,     and ever since he’s sought
his lips on the lips of every     boy he goes to bed with,
wanting to fool himself         into thinking those are the very

But you, are you Christians?
So be it, you are Christians.
At night one could be.

In the seething almost Indian heat
of an exaggerated July in the city
the remaining inhabitants cautiously