Expressing hope we might in time come back
To have our teeth pulled and enjoy the rack.

The raison d’etre of much
Aestheticism, as of
the entire hermetic tradition

Like antelope bounding across
the wide lawns of Africa
are these flames that leap

One moment the sky is its usual dark,
Dimensionless self, and the next, with a double burst—
Two spreading spheres of radiance, phosphor

The pie here doesn’t taste
As though it were meant
To be eaten nor can I

Half a summerhouse
half a pound of butter
half a child.

It was a perfectly
normal day.
We were agreeable

You swing yourself
from hour
to hour.

Husbands
fill up
the whole world

The grass is full of codes.
The signs are everywhere:
used condom, apple core, a baby’s sock.