Yes Is A World & In This

Tomorrow Is Our Permanent Address.

Hopes Dance Best On Bald Men's Hair

If You Like My Poems Let Them Walk In The Evening, A Little Behind You

Meanwhile Myself Et Cetera Lay Quietly In The Deep Mud Et Cetera (dreaming, Et Cetera, Of Your Smile Eyes Knees And Of Your Etcetera.)

(and From My Thighs Which Shrug And Pant A Murdering Rain Leapingly Reaches The Upward Singular Deepest Flower Which She Carries In A Gesture Of Her Hips)