The first story was
of a blessed brier, precarious wealth
of an undivided word,
intersticed in
corrosive gums’ tissue
heaving loss—bone occupying
doomsday voices

(to talk or
to speak or
to write—)

(to think or
to feel or
to know—)

flights of the cries of the head,

I am too young
and deserve not
to go

all stronger than mine,
all stronger than mine,
all stronger than mine.


Hallucinations are mild only remarking on
viral contagion’s alarming cause; why revisit

fries, and fried chicken; go for five

at the Grade pending Chinese joint? Why
not was not what liquid soap left on

my lips that time I shouted fire…
If historicized prophecy is just, and good,

and enough, eighty percent of all of

the doubly plus one passions
and the original Broadway

production, too.

Mild ‘auditory’ hallucinations seem to sound
less stressed?

Wait until early June, these make-believe
mosquitoes devour you for nothing,


Or is that the drubbing and the sleep?

Represented in a representation in
representations of mind

Who is there to snag the determined
body awake?

From the footbridge; to yonder lake’s
iron split deep,

Smooth pale galley face rocked on a
chiding of the water.