From its crane arm, the massive klieg lamp cast
a notice to the church's tile roof.
The brownstone block with its plywood eyelids

Beautiful little bitch
with your fine bones,
thin and sweet ears,

It’s like something breathing
its last. God, it’s a lonely sound.
Pacific fog is blowing in.

You call out to the one who walks on castle walls,
wakening the storm lashing trees
to spell the stone steps of a night's curse,

The chopping of the chocolate, the zesting of the orange,
the scalding of the milk,
the pouring of the cream, the folding-in,

Vienna revolts outside; in,
an addict is bent
over everything ever written on dreams

an excert from The Ferguson Report: An Erasure

Not too old, not young anymore, 
almost three dozen years gone by. 
Not a failure, not a success— 

Joseph Moxon, Mechanick Exercises. Vol. 2 (1683–84), the first known manual of printing

i.
J. M. begins his book,
Every thought taken up from the block with a roll
Of the ball and inked on the form,
A Craft of the Hand which cannot be taught by Words:
“I thought to have given these Exercises
The title of Doctrine of Handy-Crafts but when I considered
The true meaning of the word I found the Doctrine
Would not bear it, therefore I shall not undertake

If the man who called you nigger in Dominick’s parking lot
had only dialed 1-800-882-Mary earlier today,
he may have been a better boyscout. I bet