Seasoning

if a feather is
the wind's tail, this great stench is
the salt of the earth

Some Kind of Armistice

on my plate, cornmeal
and a bullet. In my pants,
a red letter day

I Remember it Spicy

in photo, father,
your hair couples with wind, you
shez glossy and mild

Cape

rolling in hare shit,
the leopard has spots, hunts for
hare shit, natural law

Second Date Picnic

our delicious love
folds itself into a swan,
poops dijon mustard

That April

on the diving board,
fear and squirrel shit, springtime
love, dad's wedding ring...

If Spielberg Made Documentaries

father kills a rat
with a belt buckle, Indi
Jones dungs a pellet

Not Young Hawk

blue beetle dung ball,
roll me away like Bob See-
ger, I am eagle...

Things that Recur

burnt toast in an old
bedroom, the dream of mini-
blind, browned by waking

Prom Picture

recycle your life,
plastics here, broken glass... This
shezified past, new.

Second Date with George, Listening to J. Geils Band

that, my love, is nu-
clear, atomic, planet-
ary stench of love

von Steuben's Great-Great-Great Granddaughter's Last Wish

dust your brain with a
roll of penguin feathers, your
baron with a dump

Research

a grassy knoll? Please:
defy your encyclope-
dia, index shez

I am a Big Tree

felled like a redwood
my life is your roof, and its
crotch smells of bacon

Eve of Dementia

wing-ding lover in
a duck pond setting like the
sun, like father's rind

On Pills in Kruger

my shez, out-of-tune,
is malarial, bitten
by nude infant flight

After Any Midwest Truck Stop at Dusk

broken moon landing
in a cornfield in Normal,
my lunar plate shifts