A horse or a turnip
Your Wealth is on the stove
By the National Institutes of
the earth at night
As for Baudelaire
a picture of half your face
is all the world, like a new democracy
by Henry Adams
To thumb the wave
To get awakened
My verse, my vernissage
sinking to the hand
as green against the snow
or a pretty paragraph
foreshortened in pink
going through the season
from apples to oranges
a task I will accomplish
with all the dirt I came from
What did I expect
to break into the sun?
So begins our legislation
