No one ever says thatthunder only rolls once,
So, I have nothing to say,no affect to cultivate,and no urbane niche to breakinto —
A trio of fishermen, nearby,noisy and beaming — luck, today, had been a tardy ladyeven for the already patient.
The stars have faded, somewherebeyond perception:into the blue,the blue
A perfect world sways, urbanely,pours disempowerment, as from a decanter,sparkling, as poisons must,in…
The dead whisper homilies,falsities,word upon word,
Observe this, a tableau unbalanced, uncoveted, like a bruise.
Another night, another roomwith a new car outside, cooling,familiar body, insideglistening, tiring.