Eighteen days,
three little poems,
music selections comprise to fail

to comprise

maybe when if ever: the bare infinitive, a
defining embrace?

These Ways

These ways of corraling
are mysterious. These ways of corraling
the furious—

bread and love and slogans to apprehend,
lights and thunder and
pictures that

won’t pretend,

cards and shading and time
eclipsed at bend,

these are the ways (wow) the corraling
never ends…

These are the ways
corraling never ends—laughing and

hiding and saying

let’s defend, praying and washing and
taking to intend,

walking in a moon when
your heart is on the mend—

these ways of corraling
the curious.

These ways of corraling
are serious.


I put on my lonely mother’s
Orchard Street airs,

slipping over leathered
blinded sheets. Puttering

away what can I
dig out, juggling,

coins on elbows for tricks.