3. Bodhi Road (The Pickup Poems)
They are not theives, your eyes,
poetry
6. There Are So Many Deaths (The Pickup Poems)
The air is silent;
motion:
newton II
Matter
Scientists seriously blow bubbles across time and space, tending
Live Wires
I was nine when I discovered electrons,
The Ha-Ha
This time of year, a blanched field
Autumnal
Our memory of captive light is awful,
The American Night Listens
His longing, strung on the American night, knew its own slavage.
The Rainy Season
It is the red mud the perilous wooden bridges the parrots in pairs
No Answer
The phone rings in an empty house,
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