Considering Metal Man (as a Template for World Peace)
He sits in Union Station so that you don’t have to,
Covered in metallic paint, not moving, like applied
Pascal taken one step publicly further.
Poets Abroad
Spring Break
For three days, Friday
Plus the weekend,
I pulled up roots.
I wandered
Freely among women in velvet dresses,
Men in cutaways.
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Poet and Audience
I. The Argument: You Wondered Why You Weren’t Published It’s because the postman has opened All your submissions and kept
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How Beautifully Your Fire Burns
After I put some more logs on the fire in the fireplace she said, “How beautifully your fire burns.” We
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We Suggest You Start Talking Immediately
Anyone can become a police. —Martin Amis Even here, even tonight, in this just-used borrowed bedroom, either of us could
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Painful Birds
The helicopters, skillful, painful birds, Again bombard targets above my head: I sit shaking at my writing desk, I bend