Some of the best poets are in advertising
Dent I made in the world’s armor
Heineken
Crystals, hoping
When is it water and
when is it drop, cry, ache
or bitter rebuke?
Cloister walk
Death pirouettes in my sugar dream
I look out and every-
where it’s snowing
“You’ve got some strange kronkels in your head”
She was no doubt right, but what
were they again?
No word I knew matched
the popcorn of this.
Even now I feel
the kernel between my teeth.
Drawbridge
Of glue and sawdust and the nails through it and the cabinet it becomes
Of God and Ikea
Questions for the bishop
