bloodvibrant against
 the slate sky,bent
double and fed in the
 lead snow

doctor williams have today my nickels shivered!,

 have today i seen a
  branch unbent by all its weeks wind,
  any bench unbleached in all its
   weeks bullish rain or
    ice?
  boards unbent in the
   weeks fickle heat perhaps
  boats unbraved the capped
   bay?no
  and not a
   blue leaf for
    you.
  doctor have your
   yachts got me
    thinking!;
  perhaps our bay perhaps too
   blue for any sixteen november,
    would any yellow
     calendar have lied to
                        me?i
      contest yes,our earth
               unmoved.
  i,unconvinced by any this
     weeks racingdogclouds,conclude that
        no;our moon too near(,)
           blue(,)and not at
           once.my nickels
                    again
                      shiver.

haiku for no one home.

  six    the pitchblack bus (one)
passing three fire engines
   my pockets rattle

square stop’s evening haiku

leaves drown the square
   the rain    ashes on
           my bare feet

out, west (a response)

west street ?   i remember too
     studded leather &almostvomit on
      the nightime newspaper steps
     &ghosts of
      underthecounter crank whose ashes we
      percolated
     &never waking
          happy      (that is not to say
                 ever
            waking unhappy)
   &how you slept before
    we ever would

four night haiku.

1 our throats s[t]ing
  the valley full
  with smoke

2 each day is
  a prayer
  on television

3 rain      we
  dug a bed on
  the     hill

4 churchlights
  flicker like
  films fear of god

she   dropping a
sack of petals  to the
  dirt floor   why   says

     wither winter

       whither

anxious weather stumbling
  on the mill road and
  are lights
   incontinent by
 design or
  municipal
  fault
 the gulls abandon
  their
         crumbling
           squat

ivory someone
 has laid you in the brush  your
old man will miss you
perhaps the crow and pigeons
 too  despite themselves

i ring for the cars

  my arms in ache with you !
      you are knocked up with
          haiku -

     boys are batting
    books off shelves with
    beach towels they
   splash splitspined down
          at your sandaled feet      

 -      i ring for the cars
   pacing pallored like blind dogs
       to the lake for geese