I am in here.
Of course, I can’t have just any old Bad Week — I have to do it up good and proper. Last night, getting off of the plane in Cincinnati, I set my foot down wrong on the last step and fell. I got to ride to the hospital in an ambulance. Always wondered what that … Continue reading The Day of Vicodin
She died just before eight this morning. I wasn’t there — they shooed me out of the ICU about 10 last night. I slept. It is real and not real. I have set the relay of friends telling friends in motion. I even called Israel, though nobody picked up the phone. Not knowing what else … Continue reading Birthdays
The houses are haunted By white night-gowns. None are green, Or purple with green rings, Or green with yellow rings, Or yellow with blue rings. None of them are strange, With socks of lace And beaded ceintures. People are not going To dream of baboons and periwinkles. Only, here and there, an old sailor, Drunk … Continue reading Disillusionment of Ten O'Clock
I imagine this midnight moment’s forest: Something else is alive Beside the clock’s loneliness And this blank page where my fingers move. Through the window I see no star: Something more near Though deeper within darkness Is entering the loneliness: Cold, delicately as the dark snow, A fox’s nose touches twig, leaf; Two eyes serve … Continue reading The Thought Fox
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