He did not run away from his previously expressed views
It climbed the cellar steps. It climbed the front hall steps.
It climbed all the way up to the attic without a sound
All this dope dealin’, disrespectin’ our women, we’ve got to stop that.
Bitter cold. They’re nervous about it for sure. Germany’s put
itself in a box. Iraq says President Bush should be exiled to North Korea
On Water Street, the outside walls of the shed thump
now and then like a bass drum with a foot pedal
at work inside it keeping the beat. In the shed
performance had begun. The upbeat grabs her neck
Four moons of Jupiter in a straight line, rings
of Saturn, even the uneven surface of the moon
sharpened by the scope, put the governments in place:
no stars, many black holes, quarry that sprawling
Orion does not even consider, bow aimed away at space
His body could keep up somehow but it was the things
inside of him that began to strain and roar. His lungs got
so dry that they squeaked with each breath. His heart
swelled from pumping so hard. He got a little panic-
stricken because he knew he couldn’t keep it up and he
knew he had to. He wanted to die if that would get him
In the fire den of the discovery room, Lily’s got an ivy
tub snowing out of her wrought elbow, flooding a
gloating bug that hugs a mental stare and spurts
a second tub that ruins Frances’ hound. Mercedes
stands stuck as a silver dirge at the hut of the bad
stirring her sisters. The wheat curtails, pulled back
from the bad since the rhyme is pre-empted by neighbors
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