Poems 1959-2009 (43 page)

The pregnant woman stares out the spaceship window at space—

The Red Guards of love rhythmically stomp their feet

There is always hope except when there isn't—it is everywhere

There was a door because I opened it

There was a man without ability

There wasn't anyone to thank

The smell of rain about to fall

The soft street canyon was silent. In silence the new snow

The solemn radiance

“The speed of light is not the limit. We

The stars are happy flowers in a meadow

The story goes one day

The suffering in the sunlight and the smell

The surge of energy death can't

The takeoff of the Concorde in a cathedral

The tan table of the desert is an empty

The tennis ball is in the air to be struck.
Thwock

The terrorists are out of breath with success

The tiny octopus

The trees breathe in like show dogs, stiffening

The United Nations is listening

The universe roars an expletive

The very young universe has reached

The way a child's hands stare through glass

The way the rain won't fall

The wind lifts off his face

The without blinds or curtains and incapable of being opened

The wobbly flesh of an oyster

The woman in love with him

The woman in the boat you shiver with

The woman is so refined

They all claim responsibility for inventing God

They can't get close enough—there's no such thing

They can't get close enough—there's no such thing

The yellow sunlight with

The young keep getting younger, but the old keep getting younger

Think of the most disgusting thing you can think of

Think of the suckers on the tentacles

Thinner than a fingerprint

This is Via Gesù

This jungle poem is going to be my last

Three hundred steps down

Three unrelated establishments named Caraceni in Milan

To return to the impossible

To start at End

Umber, somber, brick Bologna

Venus is getting

Venus wants Jesus

Waving
News of the World
, the other customer

We are completely

What could be more pleasant than talking about people dying

What did the vomit of a god

What hasn't happened isn't everything

What's Joel

When civilization was European

Who is this face as little

Will you? Everything? Anything? Weird stuff, too?

With Jeremy Chisholm at the Lobster Inn on our way to Sagaponack

Witten is designing

Women have a playground slide

You
may forget: as I crouch near

Your eyes gazed

Your face swims to my window, beautiful

Your pillow is pouring

You step into the elevator

You wait forever till you can't wait any longer—

You want