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Poems

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  • Circus

    How the squirrel, skittish, leaps, lobbing its orange

  • GHAZAL 4

    How sullen we’ve become in the belly of the empire;

  • Snowfall, with Reconciliation

    How old winter is. However much we stain

  • City Harbor

    How often we come to a headland and a city opens,

  • Ghazal with Bread

    how many summers apart from you, in search of bread

  • And Now, As Promised

    How lousy are your prospects when you

  • Reading About Keith Jarrett This Morning in the Paper and Ode to the Table of Contents

    how he probably won’t play in public again

  • Want

    How do I want you? Let me count the ways.

  • Letter to a Young Orgasm | Elegy for the Last Orgasm | The Orgasm and the Magic Maid

    How could she not cry out when you pressed her to your flesh?

  • On a Version of “Lady with Lapdog” | Synch

    How clever, to leave out all the articles, thereby suggesting their story, their plight, were less a story than a portrait

  • Cave Milk

    How can it be Tomaz? How is it

  • George Orwell Sucks

    How can a word evocative of so much pleasure,. both adult and infantile, find itself used – by almost everybody – in