Happy baby. Bobbing. Strong arm. Slap. Hard 
water. Bottle-green swells smack, splatter. Chuck 
the chin. Bluster. Rip-roaring rumpus. Scutched. 

She’d gotten into the habit of going nights
to a secret ledge on the apartment house roof

Someone has brought potato salad and someone else has brought cole slaw.

I smear my lips with lipstick, my cheeks with rouge

Good old Patrick Casey!

We are all connected, one unto another.

A bulb in my hallway has burned out. I keep fitting new bulbs into the socket. Nothing happens.

In this country we manufacture cages
We construct them just as you wish
made-to-order, a cage for each occasion

Audible — About heart is more colloquial, that not your line!, keep your hearts in line, to say & less done, rave on, to do & more, distinctively all drums

Blackout-in the theater as well as on screen. From a distance
we hear Steve Reich's "Music for 18 Musicians." It almost
sounds like a train approaching. Now we hear voices: by turns

Could Darwin instruct those turtles? Pixilated pin-dick tax
taste—comforting mannikins
atmosphere, he also enjoys an occasional highball: wanna see my