do not disturb e-mails

inattention to

neatly everywhere

not enough danger

 

sixty-three poems

 

not the right to disagree

 

boils and blood

 

a hand of wind

 

still sweep the room

 

hundreds of self-portraits

 

water in the wine

 

I’m old and

 

one mean guitar

squat above the dead

breathe like a morgue

blue so blue

father didn’t laugh