And being recently married, one should really read that one.
Some of the poems have engines in them
and they're just like secret little diagrams
that I use to propel the poem slightly away from narrative.
So I won't really explain them, but this one
has an engine, which is the @ sign.
"Sad Little Breathing Machine, Engine @"
"Under its glass lid, the square of cheese
is like any other element of the imagination, cough
in the tugboat, muff summering somewhere in mothballs.
Have a humbug, the world is slow to dissolve and leave us.
Is it your hermeneut's helmet not letting me filter through?
The submarine sinks with a purpose, scientist inside,
engineering a shell.
And meanwhile, I am not well.
Don't know how to go on Oprah without you.
On TV, a documentary about bees.
Yet another box in a box, the present is in there somewhere."