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Ode to What I Do Not Know

Two animals, doe-eyed, slick across the road into the femur of the night.

Ode: Feeling Up My Friend’s Sister at the Moment Their Drunken Father Begins the Dog Slaughter

She takes her shirt at the waist and pulls it up slowly: her hips, belly, bra.

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Doctor Dressler left her a note: Suicide. Back by 7:00. Love, Max.

Oh You Little Faith

What if it does choose, the egg, I mean, her favorite spermatozoon.

Old Friends

Dance with you? I said after a moment. That’s your dare?

Old Stories and Other Paintings

Eros, myth, life, and literature in brilliant paintings by Lincoln Perry.

on a list of games that buddha would not play, number 12 is

so easily impressed when wet / so easy / to see through when turned / off

On Seeing Damien Hirst’s “Kingdom of the Father”

Small valleys and veins give way to a lifted ridge like a rib or an arm bone.

On the Aggrieved and Other Poems

A man drunk on the damage he made to a boy’s young mouth.

On the Horizon

& I said let there be dark pouring from your mouth at daybreak

On the Isle of Fast-Flowing Waters

My dear, even my ear is trying to eat itself in its attempt to forget you.

One More Day and Other Poems

There is a lot about others I don’t remember, outliving an interest.

One Pound Sterling

The hut was cluttered with the skulls and bones of small animals.

One Says We

Sometimes one does wade into it or is ambushed as by a incensed fog.

Only When

As a shadow I arouse you will you believe the truth of my mouth.

Oracle

Put out to pasture, flop down into clover, alternate to the glue factory.

Orgasm

Here's a great way to tell the comedy of sex in only six words.

Origin

I remember a field too long as the stem of a pear chosen in Upstate.

OTP

Is there some one way a guy should be on his wedding day, dickwad?

Our Weapons

The rifle slams into my shoulder. Smoke pummels the air.

Out of Body

I don’t need to consult a healer to feel the aura glowing around us.

Over Easy

I was never nonchalant. I was more intense than Kirk Douglas.

Owen Hart

Owen falls. Like a dummy. Like he’s dead even before he dies.

Packing Out

The danger was my own carelessness, and now I was waist deep in it.

Pageantry, Intrigue, Contemplation, Mystery

When we wake up, the five windows and the French door are full of light.

Pandemic Villanelles

It was the year we learned to wash our hands. That was one lesson.

Pardoning

My daughter swallows arrows of sunlight on her way to the grave.

Paris, 1970

Doisneau might have eyed and shot us for how brazenly we kissed.

Patient Zero

The beasts and fowl and all manner of slithery thing can love like us.

Pa’ la Calle

I knew in the dream that I was a condor in the shape of a girl.