Cheapest gas for miles around.
One VW bug, two pickups & a 4x4
nudge for position,

First, pick up chicken, rock back
& forth, back & forth, then set down.

In my arms, lilacs like a former lover—
no heartbeat, no elevator.
The garden pantomimes its tactics. Now

These strawberries announce desire like roosters,
Their reveille lasting till well past noon.
No mouth domesticates their primal sirens,

During his stay, he catches glimpses of the TV’s
glare, a black-and-white dim series

The truth is none of our business.
Our adolescent eye-at-the-keyhole rooting
In a sweetheart’s soiled linen for a clue

The morning new cement is laid—at last! —
along the perimeter of Penn’s remodeled highrise
(although the old had spalled, cracked and heaved

Maybe the moon is made of ice, not cheese,
And that's why it's so frightening.

Though on a warm night,

Because distance becomes tumescent in the heat
the haze erases buildings out of walking range.
We’ve considered walking as far as the backyard

Because water and sewer mains are destined
In corruption to flow together
Toward death's vast leavening.