A leaf made me grow old

A lone cloud wedged over the garth
A tiny noise

A woman hiding her face from my face

Afternoon again
Aggregates
American people
And this image of Napoleon

As I was saying before

As a way to address my dailiness
At 10:30 A.M.
Bogus things in the snow,
Christian erotica

Clean up after yourself
Couldn't feel it, couldn’t hear it
Crashed an expensive car
Dear Humanity
Dear What’s-His-Face
Depression
Draw a sandwich from memory
Dude don’t dunce me

Everything’s so intensely private
Famous British Actor Dead

First they were naked
For the Catholic Girls
Good morning little creep
Growing flowers by accident

(Has a harp in her front seat …)

He ate the flower
Hello,
He’s got a hornet’s soul
He’s in a parka
How’s it going, friend?

I am an astronaut
I bite into a cloud
I enjoy speaking
I have a hole in my face
I know
I lie down in the sky
I like eating cabbage

If you come across a man in the cemetery
In Oklahoma, those deadly quarrels
In the Majestic Hotel
It all fades into
(It doesn’t cast a shadow)
It was about a turtle
I’ll bend my pain around this moment

I’m not sorry
I’m supposed to be
Late for work

Like a blind man whose hands see the future
Like folding omelets into a sash

Margaret I am penning this
Merchants, bankers, professional bankers
My job is to log in

Of the future
Oh oh how happy we are
Our furniture spiritually ugly

People need weather,
Planes
Rad looking Gatsby types
Really lovely graceful stuff
Rollercoaster Tycoons

Sometimes I remember the quartet
That’s it
That’s just the way it spun together
The airplane reassembled mid-flight
The apocalypse made me go soft

The assassin
The botanist

The castle has a terrible face

The dump in Saugerties
The ecstatic thingyness
The first time I laid eggs
The flowers rad
The glass cougar
The office of the interior commissioned four paintings
The pilgrim imagined electricity
The sentence’s intestines

The table’s set for banquet
The yachts appeared