For how long did it live as a single thought
among the serene meditations of unschooled fish,
under the skyway of waves where there is

He sits by the stove and practices his spectacular meditations.
On the chopping block of reason he surrenders
the fall of rain. By rigorous deduction he arrives at silence.

"Bring out your dead!" and I did, roadside
service; Auntie Mame and Uncle Joe , (and Little Timmy)
    hauled away--

my dream was to move to france
and become a warrior for the lord cuz
I was poor , confused and wasn’t sure my dad loved me

on the chair shining wet from the rain
still hung a black piece of laundry.

between the wardrobe and laundry rack
someone is ironing feathers and planets

Bedecked with scapulars,
heavy with huge crosses
and crying out abroad,

The bananas in the basket
on top of the refrigerator
give me pleasure

On a sunny morning a somebody discovers an official letter in his dwelling: it is lying on the breakfast table next to the cup. It is uncertain how it got there. Scarcely opened, it pounces on the reader with a demand:

Of all the notes, scraps and scribbles
Crushed in my fist for oblivion's food
(Not to spare the name of God—