See how the god mounts her powerful back
and clasps the warrior thighs in his great loins,
smelling of dung and wild carrots. Rejoice

When I went up to Haworth there was peace
Between my teeth. An ordinary heart
Beat. My ordinary hands moved easily.

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.

And spring once more, the sun made its rounds
over the mountainside
above our drafty house where the weak had lain

Actually, it was sweet and heavy with juice
and we passed it back and forth, a river
of nectar running down her chin and mine

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,