«1 O two-tongued angel, on my grief a hundred / proof no less I should have got you drunk. / But I'm not one, whatever pain the lies encouraged / from the start, to claim a tooth for a tooth. / And now the clever, festering doom! Oh, no, betraying angel, it's not fatal, / not this sufferi...»
«At dusk you appear, a schoolgirl still, / a schoolgirl. Winter. The sunset a woodsman hacking / in the forest of hours. I lie back to wait for dusk. / At once were hallooing; back and forth we call. But the night! A torture chamber, bustling hell. / Come — if anything could bring you! —...»
«Like water pooling from a pitcher, my mouth on your nipples! / Not always. The summer well runs dry. / Not for long the dust of our stamping feet, encore on encore / from the saxes on the casino's midnight bandstand. I’ve heard of age — its obese warbling! / When no wave will clap hands...»
«A lilac heat sickened the meadow; / high in the wood, a cathedral’s sharp, nicked groins. / No skeleton obstructed the bodies — / all was ours, obsequious wax in our fingers... Such, the dream: you do not sleep, / you only dream you thirst for sleep, / that someone elsewhere thirsts f...»