The day without question will come for you.
You will be ready, you are always so,
Ready for beauty to be its opposite,

 arch     film      duds

 “Cheever”         can aiming laps

dorm  sieve

a one that
you and comb

                   a was what it to ran here in that was a

in    could    both

whose
on          posite

g'up t'it

             lengths

    passle a

Why do I see my house as a second body? 
The disposition of the bed 
like a hungry mouth? the dining room table 

I close in on facts fine as sugar
poured from a bottle labeled salt,
comprehend nothing.

Is it a myth? And if so, what does it tell us about ourselves?

Is Kong a giant ape, or is he an African, beating his chest
like a responsive gong?

I wish I had one of those electronic keyboards where you can plug in pre-recorded sounds that correspond to different keys. I’d compose an homage to insomnia— barking dogs and hammer blows and car alarms played over and over, the inverse of a lullaby‚ a score without a shred of respite.

Some of the sailors
change easily. Brought
into my presence