I look out and every-
where it’s snowing
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“You’ve got some strange kronkels in your head”
She was no doubt right, but what
were they again?
Of glue and sawdust and the nails through it and the cabinet it becomes
Of God and Ikea
Sunlit query
You there, opening your door
in our sky, where
is that fair
lane over our hill?
Mystery tour
A door opened and closed, but had
no hinge – or was it
in a frame, but had no wall?
Anyway, it was all like that —
songs that could have made
sense, if only you didn’t try.
Feast of All Souls
The dead
leaves land in you
Bad thoughts
Bad thoughts are not the sky, but are
crows coming in, liking what they see
That device
I see people reach for it to get out
of it, but in all the world
there’s nowhere else to go
Midnight rosary
My stone is a clump of many
rolling loose in a line when I drag
your scandal out under the stars
Cupped fire in the twilight
The face,
the point of light,
the smoke
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