yearning to film a dandelion
the psychiatrist invited me to an orgy in his new sober house
long kiss in front of the disapproving wounded subject
fear he will compile an obscene book from our chats
and then she died
eleven years ago when she still had a reputation
watercoloring the piazza
after your ballet fiasco
nylon stockings de trop on tanned legs
urinating on your laziness as if to neutralize a jellyfish bite
hosanna to the undertaker
the remembered aperture
pocking my consciousness
dimpled like an envelope vase or a pinch pot
promise me you won’t stay in the smelly hotel
what kind of incest pudding do I expect in my bowl
the wanderer has sun on his hind legs it says in the daybook