No Man is an Island - by
No man is an island,
Entire of itself,
Every man is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
relationships
Last Supper - by
She is getting good and ready to renounce
/ his sweet flesh.
/ Not just for lent. (For
/ Ever)
/ But meanwhile she is assembling the ingredients
/ for…
My Rival’s House - by
is peopled with many surfaces.
/ Ormolu and gilt, slipper satin,
/ lush velvet couches,
/ cushions so stiff you can’t sink in.
/ Tables polished clear enough…
Entrances - by
With a cough, I opened our bedroom door
/ and surmised from the quickened pad of feet
/ I’d startled you out of…
The Green Rose - by
Parts 3, 4, 5
/
/ 3
/
/ Howl’ on to your horses for the death of sweet
/ Jesus, he almost said, almost overpowered,
/ sensing her sniping…