It was a hot day in June.
Inside the aquarium it was so cool
after the bright light outside that

Like two horses
we bolted toward the limits of the earth.
Then fell

Half Border Collie, Half Black Strip.

Ruined. That's it. That makes the whole damn roll.

 
It's a sunset. In warm, declining light,

We could almost see her
said to have risen in the bay
from sea foam and the blood of Ouranos' sliced genitals

When I am nine, the British quit
India. Headmaster says, "The Great
Mutiny started it." We repeat.

Tired of the tally of give and take,
until (worth it at last) I found your store
past the nickle and diming phases of dance.

Something's bothering the dog tonight—
the neighbor's pig, maybeit's not fair
the way they feed that thing. Your hair, under the porch

An evening, sad like snow in a landscape
(late Vermeer, no signature, no date
in an old man's hand). In the center

In bold black type among grayer headlines
All Time High—Maybelline Stock Hits 60,
Board Acceptance of Buyout Thought Likely.

It is possible that he is not a boy at all?
By this I mean, or meant last night with the noise
keeping me up as it does these days, I'm foggy