(1)
Who raised his dream forest
who managed to hand the cross
to the poet
just before the film burnt up
or the money ran out
(2)
Thrown
As a palm
Of breath
That is found
To be
A mirror
(3)
I would pluck
a strand, a wire
to paint your silhouette
in blazes
on a snuffbox
(4)
She was never scared straight
she was a pair of ladies’ voices combing the cave
(5)
Bury my shoes
Gone to blood-red brown
Hanging down
Thirsty for fire
(6)
Farther on
starlight trembles
over the thought
of the act
East River strings
turnabout
in a green toned night
(7)
Her greatest works
were fired in gold
A stairway
with a single light
all
the way
up
(8)
Thin
strands
of
music
spike
to
override
all
life
outside
(9)
To boil the marsh tea
Eat carnation mush
Steam a rack of wool
To bend the wooden box