I think I'll read one more, a little short one.
"Elegy."
"Awaken, bullfinch.
Your noon blink readily.
I node you noontime, noon.
Awaken.
You left me slurred, tongue still
bobbed, robbed of pullet sun, me wig one dreadnought.
From sand dune shoulder, noon lashed shut.
Nodded dots, dim horizon.
I ye trebeled chill betwixt.
If a flood in desert dread, ire waters rush,
ire swamps gamblers flush.
I plunged water surface, and look noon,
look for the cold meat of your hand."