She slept over, tossed
            Her Wonder-Bra
            On the bedpost.

            I put a pink packet
            Of fake sweetener
            In a cup, her B cup.

            Learned Behavior

            Father taught me animal courtesy,
            crowd the bowl-handier,
            put your hands in her face.

            Mother, why always?, "don't open the fridge
            with sticky fingers, don't lean on the door."

        At poetry workshop, my instructor came clean:
        "poetry is washed up. I wasted 20 life-years

        recycling publishing crap - in chapbooks, thin volumes.
        Who knew."

        "Sanitation engineers, "we piped up. "Wrong,
        as usual," she said. "Garbagemen."

        She was 8 chapters into an expose of her obsessed love,
        life with a $million constructionist

            Except ye know ye must go,
            accept ye know not where
            St. Muldoon, Apochrypha XX:20

            The French, they have a password for it:
            faire pipi, cabine, pissoir.
            While the Queen of the Hudson just
            prints a million signifiers:
            REST ROOMS RESERVED FOR CUSTOMERS.

                By the laws of Gitche Gumee
                stood my lover, Backside Pouting,
                shouts my help-meet, backside flouting,
                It's not moral, doing nothing.
                Get out of here, get me some money,
                screw. Pumping heavy metal's mean,
                Jack-off, forego sculpting abs obscene.

How do you know he cares?
Ray Wittgenstein, epithet musician, puts the stress on know.
As if we haven't stress enough.
Faith. Who's to fly in
and buttress my Chartres?

    l Full House
    ll Greetings
    lll At Anchor Bank
    lV Damn Dreams
    V Things Looking Up
    Vl Bronx Oracle