The invention of play
all our usual business
at the committee
for invention of play
done with pleasure
as a dark night
that bled out
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Stop light
drink is the red
light of my life
at church-time
the many hands of trees
fill my pockets
full of filberts
Owl and pussycat redux
who as a couple kill
one another out of love
I and my wife
or my bookseller and me
we must be ruined
minding nothing but lust
we who
we who enchant
playing owls
Crisis of identity
in the morning I was a wide shoe
at noon a committee
and after dinner a bus
which toward night began to ache
Living in the moment
the Lord is as strange
as the devil
and me
I am a happy man
I play
till night in the garden
and every minute
expect to die
Roadman
give me instructions
for a traveler
to engage only to see
which will be much more than whoring
and to nap with joy
when in a hard bed
Drunken gardener
I let my garden grow
and sing to the dirt:
my love my drudging wench
be drunk as me
Disorderly
morning is a poor shirt
I let it sing my sand body
into the present everything
out of order
Small white moth
in white to wed
the road to the word
all applications are now in
and papers delivered
or might a moth
do little like an office
Orchardist
leave the lovers on stage
I have seen better
under oranges
on a summer evening
the most ordinary touch
of vice to supper
Pragmatist
is the word “evil” necessary
like work or going mad
is it a good fit for how
we think now
I walk into the night as full
as a lost moon
I get close
to her that said no touching
I am all mouth
I will eat and drink the land up
my canary will be perfect
against the sun
Spell for the MSM
in the green room a talking head
was fallen dead
to see brotherly love
come to something
his stomach had a fit
he was ready to weep
pale and melancholy
but began to bark
so I find sand for him
to carry in his pocket
to carry him down
into a well
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