It was only a Daisy,
the kind sold by coupon off the backs of comic books:
Gee Dad it’s a Daisy! He grins up at his father

Shall I roll the universe
into a ball?
Shall I roll you in between

You said you wanted to see
some baby pictures of me.
So here they are. Before you look at them

He said he was going to make this the worst beating
I had ever had, while pulling the split strop out
From its hiding place on the top shelf of the

there’s a stink somewhere. One day the cat has sprayed your bookcase. Or the sewer’s backed up. Or the Thai woman downstairs is cooking rancid fish.

Then there is the question, how to disrobe for swimming? For if a girl simply strips naked, she is immodest. If she takes off some clothes but leaves on others, she is still undressing, still immodest, her body motions sure to spawn lewd

He wakes up dreaming of college girls—
wasting another bogus life. 

A man decides to wear a baby instead of a hat.
Sometimes the baby pisses and shits on his head,

Lady of last night, no offense,
but when in the café I glimpsed you
seated with your husband, bored,

You would think while the hours helped,
if the wind was right, then follow
a current along shore till a beach