Tapioca, Semolina, Spaghetti And Other Trees
and an earlier batch, posted at some unGodly hour
Either lunch or dead soldiers
I am irrevocably opposed to marrying anyone
A lonely old mother died
But now I had this expert before me
David Time's view of himself began at the station platform, his polished boots.
Bird Flu and Albert Johannsen
Barbara From Bristol
Because they walk :
By noon something will be dead
Blessed are, blessed are, blessed are
And beneath it all, a small dignity.
A young man from the country
Droop of fallen breasts
Has anyone seen my sky?
Hearing shingle explode, seeing it skip
Calcutta Pullulating With its Poor
Bounce Bounce Bounce