No, nothing is asleep in this demesne 
      Of scrub pine, washed-out oak; the wet 
           Intrudes on every cache, 

     His mother caught him sitting on the toilet with his pants
down. On the edge of the bathtub, directly in front of him
was a photograph of a naked girl with her pubic hair showing.

This showroom is now open. 
You will see the most complete collection 
of debris fashioned into the necessary shapes. 

Offenders will be prosecuted
without regard for age or sex.

It will, we hope, be everything
you ever wanted in a medallion.

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