"One of his generation's most gifted and eloquent poets"
--The New York Times
The evening light was like honey in the trees
When you left me and walked to the end of the street
Where the sunset abruptly ended.
The wedding-cake drawbridge lowered itself
To the fragile forget-me-not flower.
You climbed aboard.
Burnt horizons suddenly paved with golden stones,
Dreams I had, including suicide,
Puff out the hot-air balloon now.
It is bursting, it is about to burst
With something invisible
Just during the days.
We hear, and sometimes learn,
Pressing so close
And fetch the blood down, and things like that.
Museums then became generous, they live in our breath.
Insane Decisions
Somehow I always do manage but
You found them for me, what
I love, lakes and paintings.
In the night it slipped its mooring.
By daybreak they were gone.
All I did was let the kettle boil.
The familiar silhouette
Kept me from thinking about it.
It's vestigal.
Nothing is missing.
So everything is OK,
Houses markedly more modest,
On and on and on.
A view of the parking lot.
Certain frequencies
Haven't abandoned it yet.
You can still find those pleasures somewhere,
In old stalls. Negative
Listener response hasn't drowned
The very simple thing of this world
We were taught to respect
As we were growing up.
Comma in the eye of God.
The desired effect.
Some Money
I said I am awkward.
I said we make fools of our lives
For a little money and a coat.
The great tree, once grown, passes over.
I said you can catch all kinds of weird activities.
Meanwhile the child disturbs you..
You are never asked back with its dog
And the fishing pole leans against the steps.
Why have all the windows darkened?
The laurel burned its image into the sky like smoke?
All was gold and shiny in the queen's parlor.
In the pigsty outside it was winter however
With one headache after another
Leading to the blasted bush
On which a felt hat was stuck
Closer to the image of you, of how it feels.
The dogs were in time for no luck.
The lobster shouted how it was long ago
No pen mightier than this said the object
As though to ward off a step
To kiss my sweetheart in the narrow alley
Before it was wartime and the cold ended
On that note.