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Sensuous cardboard multiples of the human form pop up from the ragged bushes on the firing range; my submachine gun is my best defense against direct, elementary language. The forms fall down [...]

Five square miles of ultra-contemporary nymphomania, Two dozen homos, to every sapiens, at last countdown, Ugly Plymouths, swapping exhaust with red convertible Buicks, Twelve-year-old mothers [...]

While my mother is washing the black socks Of her religion, I climb out of the washtub, Stinking clean like the moon and the suds In my ass, The twenty she earned last week in my teeth, My shoes [...]

a translation for Eric Weir At ten o’clock in the morning The young man could not remember His heart was stuffed with dead wings and linen flowers. He is conscious that there is nothing left In [...]

Scarcely a minute                And I’ve come back Having grasped nothing of all that passed A point           The larger sky                And at the last moment The lantern going by [...]

It’s not enough That doom shall find us whole of hate And terror; valid ruin admires devotion Growing out of wonder that it lived At all. Can we admire and will the sport of clowns Performing in [...]