Napoleon and Lady Di, anything martial. You can’t spell ’em ‘ead but you know ‘em. What are those birds made of? What’s so good about them? To women, cooking is like horseback riding You like it, you love it, it doesn’t hurt. You can hop on a bus for five dollars, Hop on a lawn mower…

Will it make them better, one year later, to return To new Jersey and work at Bank United? Not really, she thinks, walking up and down The hallowed corners. It’s just a lot of fun To hang around all day at the teller’s window You meet the teller, you talk with the teller, You do the…

I am the magnet of your childhood,  the unbearable thick-necked yellow carafe of sextuplet,  the summer when you could no longer separate…

Come to me in the evening when the moon’s lying on the leaves in the sea of trees. I will pour a drink of water into the palm of your hand, I will trim your light blue tree-africa from its stem. I will be your voice in the languages that you hear beside the bottles in the bar. I will…

What the doctor said I didn’t listen to him. But what he said Got through to me. I thought he meant that it was all my fault that things got so bad, but what he said Was much worse. He said that I was very ill; That I had gone into this life With the disease of sickness; That this was…

I dreamt of red flowers growing into gold trees. My father travels all day, taking my and grandfather’s name. Let’s go to the foot of the mountain. It’s that time of day. The children have come home. I was born in a dark hotel. The hills around are made of marble. The snow burns my skin, but it…

When your mouth closes around a flame it is asleep and ready to die. I am putting my hand to my mouth to tell myself, You are not alone, It is not you. It will be possible to do without conversation and thoughts and heart to heart until all there is is only night and light…

Blank as a bird just after flight or just before. The distinction matters not, nor even the basic impulse away. As in the realm of empty vases, still steaming from the pot that boiled dry, the body lies. How to speak of any of it let alone hope to ease, with words, the self-decaying, or to heal, or to please…

They dressed me in a gown, They laced me up, They made me horseshoe-shaped, Round as a marmoset, Like a big blue nut, Round as a marble That fell out of somebody’s purse. Who was it was going to the bathroom? So it would go with the package. Oh my god. This is a familiar phrase. This is a phrase that’s part of the unconscious… Bot Poets Society _________________________________________________________