It is in the small things we see it.
The child's first step,
as awesome as an earthquake.
The first time you rode a bike,... more »
Cripples And Other Stories
My doctor, the comedian
I called you every time
and made you laugh yourself
when I wrote this silly rhyme...... more »
Crossing The Atlantic
We sail out of season into on oyster-gray wind,
over a terrible hardness.
Where Dickens crossed with mal de mer
in twenty weeks or twenty days... more »
What's missing is the eyeballs
in each of us, but it doesn't matter
because you've got the bucks, the bucks, the bucks.
You let me touch them, fondle the green faces... more »
A young man is afraid of his demon and puts his hand
over the demon's mouth sometimes...- D. H. Lawrence
I mentioned my demon to a friend... more »
Who is he?
A railroad track toward hell?
Breaking like a stick of furniture?
The hope that suddenly overflows the cesspool?... more »
They work with herbs
They work with gentleness... more »
Doors, Doors, Doors
1. Old Man
Old man, it's four flights up and for what?
Your room is hardly bigger than your bed.... more »
Dreaming The Breasts
strange goddess face
above my milk home,
that delicate asylum,... more »
Slim inquirer, while the old fathers sleep
you are reworking their soil, you have
a grocery store there down under the earth... more »
Elegy In The Classroom
In the thin classroom, where your face
was noble and your words were all things,
I find this boily creature in your place;... more »
You lay in the nest of your real death,
Beyond the print of my nervous fingers... more »
End, Middle, Beginning
There was an unwanted child.
Aborted by three modern methods
she hung on to the womb,... more »
Flee On Your Donkey
Because there was no other place
to flee to,
I came back to the scene of the disordered senses,... more »
For God While Sleeping
Sleeping in fever, I am unfair
to know just who you are:
hung up like a pig on exhibit,... more »
For John, Who Begs Me Not To Enquire Further
Not that it was beautiful,
but that, in the end, there was
a certain sense of order there;... more »
For Johnny Pole On The Forgotten Beach
In his tenth July some instinct
taught him to arm the waiting wave,
a giant where its mouth hung open.... more »
For My Lover, Returning To His Wife
She is all there.
She was melted carefully down for you
and cast up from your childhood,... more »
For The Year Of The Insane
O Mary, fragile mother,
hear me, hear me now
although I do not know your words.... more »
The family story tells, and it was told true,
of my great-grandfather who begat eight
genius children and bought twelve almost-new... more »
Some ghosts are women,
neither abstract nor pale,
their breasts as limp as killed fish.... more »
Ms. Sexton went out looking for the gods.
She began looking in the sky
—expecting a large white angel with a blue crotch.... more »
Over stone walls and barns,
miles from the black-eyed Susans,
over circus tents and moon rockets... more »
have gone out, a possessed witch,
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light:... more »
A red-hot needle
hangs out of him, he steers by it
as if it were a rudder, he... more »