Left to itself, setting is the chance that
something good might happen. A highway runs the
length of the peninsula. The suburbs overlap.

If you cannot make a living from your art,
double the art, double any part

(but not the whole)

If my enticement is any more monstrous today
than yesterday, if it builds any more power
into its sides, if its red-gold plush

    Heaven bribes me;
But for a dream
I have only to lie down.

Of those who finally win notice,
of these artists it is said their early work
is either purer, more astounding,

Watching a rerun of the movie favorite
Where a dejected naval would-be hero
Hangs himself in a unit of the aquamarine

“Hold, just grab the grass,” counseled my link
to the humanized, floricultured top,
when, on the incoming tide, the waves
tall and brown in a fog, basaltic

Falling to
his potting-mix-brown
avenue—

Phyllis says she makes a good bear.
I don’t really want to trade a quilt
for a teddy bear. Neither

         Whatever is expressive 
about clumsiness (bad knees), 
        disproportion (potbelly,