Wednesday, July 16, 2008

dccxlii

We are just Scarface.

At the continuum
little haloes
gone in order
(two pieces).
Upon these
we set wit,
verbal
gymnastics.

She gets at
what’s important
only in passing.
He was good
too he improvised
a piano.

Grilled asparagus,
Caesar’s leaves
gleaming in the
mid-day sun.