And some winters

there were no snows

upon the ground.

The tawny geese

waddled about

not knowing when to begin.

The squirrels fattened

but never slept.

A faded green

         lingered

on most of the lawns.

"Spring will be

less exciting, or

will we even notice?"

the man asked

of the handsome crow

rummaging through

a mound of blown leaves.


Crows know no seasons.

When one lives

in an old house

it helps

to be or to be

romantically involved

with an electrician.


But

I do

& am not.

There's a cat in my suitcase

I said to my friend A.

Somehow we were in Germany.

Or maybe like Russia.

K secretly was a rock god

on the drums but he'd never told us.

So after tipping our waitress

(a Polish model whose name I can't recall)

we went to the show. A & I danced

in vintage dresses & boots.

When I went to pee, the bathrooms

had bathtubs with millions of tiny tiles

& blond punkrock kids

sitting on their edges shooting up.

Paste the creep.

Mash juice ever slips up on an evening.

A hovering hum may bring the people down.

Fondle it away vicariously, with pulpy seeds.

The morning's cold dish too quickly billowed.

Ring a primer inwardly while wading.

Sow only euphonious whinnies for a year.

To herself at five

she could only answer

run-on questions


To herself at ten

she'd have recommended

other books


For herself at fifteen

leanelegant, poised above

a shift in tense,

she waits

The fraction of an administered

dose unchanged. On waiver in vivo

the extent to which human. The current

understanding of the mechanisms

is no fault. A undersea environment

rich in potent generals. Who among

the nutritive company so bioavailable

so rotationally grazed. Three organizations

are superior to a million organisms

floating lonely in a watery theater.

A raft of apple studded mawkish skins

A draft more often uttered than unloud

Which lack presents the ruddy leaf of gall

So juiced, the press a might less savor fall

& shook some puddled favors to mere dips


However earthen she did roll

A query stirring in a hill

Whose eager geyser never spilled

But quivered sharply all turmoiled

Until a loner's much regard had born


A missing lister must retard

No udder rowing purring of beloved

A pictured fuddle outfitted with a bell

As over loving as the churled mock mail

For new year's fetid unguent quelled