I dream I hurl a spear into the body of my love. I am brutal, but the spear begins to glow along its shaft and transfixes me. I stand covered in its radiance, unable to move, magnetized towards the spear that I reach out to touch and then grasp and stroke and carry myself forward along its length until I have touched the body of my love itself at the point where the spear has entered. I sob, I shake in convulsions and the body of my love bends forward to comfort me as I support myself against it in a paroxysm of leaving my body.

I miss a social life. I know I made myself for that.

once more I had entered the stream of things to become part of America

Dear fellow gull, a question or two for you to answer, if you care to.

The day I met Perry Como
General Mac Arthur had a parade.
I'd been given the afternoon off

     tract wrote school, arm nane of reddening.
self all in evenlies, most of language looking for a landscape.
  wriit ence hoar

as long as we’re together and here
we’re poetrying

they brought handwashing experts to prep school
one day.

whether at fault
quaver at crack

the heart breaks
freight not the affections

Peace out on the land—even if it’s 
Halloween, and the spirits out 
walking on the land, kids