Being in Rome, hired to hang around 
a dim little set, 
we film extras are out of the sewers of all creation— 

Past perfect—mode of leaving well enough alone,
                as in he had been here but left:

You, Lord, are my shepherd, imagination
figment; I seek you in patterns of Thanks-
giving tablecloths and in a bristling-

The scientists are in terror
                                           and the European mind stops
Wyndham Lewis accepted blindness

Came Neptunus
                               his mind leaping like dolfins,
These concepts the human mind has attained,

Hast thou 2 loaves of bread
Sell one + with the dole
Buy straightaway some hyacinths

“It was only a pictured face,” I wanted to rant
back at Hazan’s film, “not the gift you looked for”

play a little music on the rooftop
get a body good and wet

where all forgotten things will find their lasting
home was never lost or touched by need

After the old man fell
and broke his hip working in the garden
the shrubs next door grew free,