Under the weather would put one
just about left of the cirrus and right of
the objective correlative,

Dürer’s fame meant he could sometimes pay with
his own woodcut prints and chalk drawings. 
This time, however, borax was partial payment for

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

It was a hard winter for the old eskimo,
Sent out on an ice floe by those he loved
More than life, more than seal blubber,