This ramp is not a pedestrian walk.
Violators will be disciplined.
This ramp is the fruit

I sharpened knives
All night.
To welcome you

In my spiderweb
You got caught,
My precious.

And Cathay was not China.
And Vietnam was not China
Nor made in China—but close enough.

The sun drills a hole between my shoulder blades
I am ashamed that I want self-degrading things
I burn for no reason like a lantern in daylight

Overshadowed by colors
Like the deep
Sea of the dictionary

No thank you I don't want
to break stones till dawn with a rubber mallet and
no I don’t want to live in a toy drum

Resist. Resist: 
Dehind, dehist.
Return the clear glass to the kitchen forthwith.

No island is a man
lonely on all four sides
with the door left unknocked

Where I went to college in the purple valley of northwest Massachusetts, there was a fellow in my class who used to drag a brick around by a string. He called it his “pet brick.”