As if my mind's double-jointed
Sometimes, I have wanted
To bow my head & kiss

The stance is one of supplication, but to whom?
Time pours into the present, while a greater,
Vaguer presence menaces the borders of that country

He's never seen these stars before
and tumbles headfirst down
the castle's rumpled courtyard stairs.

      I give thanks to You for all of this jumble of life, in which
      I am drowning since time immemorial helplessly in dead
                                                                                                           earnest

Marilyn (as Isabella): I had rather give my body than my
                                   soul—
            (as Marilyn): Some lines come more easily than

Two thousand orphans, real ones and children of
Jewish deported parents, so you and your
   ill-sorted Red Cross wartime colleagues

Cragflower. Music of the sea.
         The flower still standing
in its tormented place.

To the canyon that came so close
to touching me, I was nothing.
What good was a truck gearing down

The moment's denting inward like a can,
The poet wrote in a fever of expectancy
But the line went nowhere, it had nowhere to go.

Its else, to them, lets logic spill through. Upend,
suspend what they no longer want to be real,
return them to credulity and they'll shill