When you live at the
depth of the goodness of life,
no skull will unsettle you,
but you’ll wonder at
the shape the good can take
When you live at the
depth of the goodness of life,
no skull will unsettle you,
but you’ll wonder at
the shape the good can take
Some of the best poets are in advertising
When is it water and
when is it drop, cry, ache
or bitter rebuke?
I look out and every-
where it’s snowing
She was no doubt right, but what
were they again?
Of God and Ikea
You there, opening your door
in our sky, where
is that fair
lane over our hill?
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.
The dead
leaves land in you