The Nocturnes
Nor should you let her in unless you know when she will leave. She is
a shop for out-of-town-ers,
a shelf of porcelain milkmaids
with no tag around her ankles
and it’s only at the register you find the cost
is higher than you’d said you’d spend.
I hate it when she acts
as if I didn’t know Be Brave’s just baby-
proofing for Grow Up,
like ants dipped into candy shells
drowning
hardening
all kicking to a standstill.
Notice: the carousel swan has no legs
And somebody has painted all the horses
To whinny endlessly
Like they have just been spurred.
Cruel, isn’t she, my love?
To tease and tempt, but only name
the price of her temptation
at the till.


Even on mud or grasses,

Strain Again

La Plage Sud

All Change

Newton’s Cradle

Another Time

How We Know Each Other

Houdini’s Wife

Trying To Finish A Sonnet At Le Pain Quotidien

Crossing the Pont du Lac Ha! Ha!

(Running) After Catullus (With a Knife)

So What’s My Super-Objective

Remember Once, When It Was Raining,

The Word Is “Yet”

A Subway Sketch

Wait Up! I’m Hamlet, Too!

It’s Always Something

The Buddha in My Window Box Faces Away

Arranged

Don’t Go
