>he must protecthis essentials, it’s sort ofessential; the hard coatover his soft finger-partshe reinforces each with lacquer& the sun scratchinginto his eyes     isquickly sacked…

>a leg up on th’open door  s’afforded me certain  opertunities past  couple a years — i fer one can’t stand lookin’t th’sun beat street not…

>making love to the noisehalf-so-sharp, what yr allowed to hearbut the secret is soft, personal edges& quick-legged, leggy, we studybecause we must our histories made…

>turns away, smiling and afraid? how strongare those skinny legs, pogoing mossy hillssuch pure cane sugar and round classical wale can you see her now?…

>The candy flowers fall from somewhere P cannot seeThis image he has also stolenLong ago, as well as the ideaHe rides the speedy thing backwards&…

>Too many tired cop cars filled with tired copsHands spread over buzz-cuts or grazing myPapers, some other day’s work, filthy littleCamera tricks cheapen real color& the…

>He got hit, helmet to his blindsideAnd crumbled for some other purposeWeek-old Italian bread crushed over fresh greens His mind, momentarily jellied, babied, pureeProjects a…