Do you know how many cities had been built On the mainland and the trains there How they'd glide over the marshes And the hazy sea Carrying business men in sta...

Nightly, empty, luminous ballrooms roll back in your skull I resigned myself to all the disappearance I was sure the cops would come calling Some sick shivering...

Up over the queasy glossed acre of scrub pine ‘hind your house Through the glass of the sliding door it passes now without sound Leave my clothes in a heap on t...

If I should return like I once did Animals will mark me with brown infant eyes The same eyes whose lids I kissed the high grass in which they sit Is shoulder le...