Poem #117 Backwards See

Believe in me out drinking

Backwards see Two in the bush

The Whatness of our whoness

Bird in the hand flattening

Sirens the voice of god

With a handgun

Poem #62 Achilles Has Known

Achilles has known

how beautiful sorrow, sorrow stands

would come a large utterance

look up, when you do not see beneath you

thy thunder, they rain, the new command of

fallen house speak of unpracticed hands

perhaps men did not known the mighty earth

or did not study architecture while in tears

forehead to the ground the moon

turned the sea upon the people

god enter in not all his curse not all his blessing

flaming robes the strings of magic broke

and fire burned fueled by strange games

harrow new desert void the blaze darkness death

my center lost to the dominion

fall great center on strange ashes

feast upon the phantoms

heavy vapors scummy marsh,

the blindfolded man in search of his future

six hours passed curtaining clouds