the specking drone of

fluorescent lights

ungrip flies, from

their ribs.

upside down on

neat slabs--that

decide to flicker

a bone.

with hospital

expulsions of light.

a wooden hanger,

picked out.

whose elegant finishes

thicken with sideways

suspension.

the finery of mirrors

coaxing glass into cloth...

as it slips off its shoulders.

a grain of sand,

on some desert

night.

decided to expand

just enough.

to become a fisher's

ice hole in the Artic...

on some day.

where it remained

dark.

Robert Lowell,

in: Pulitzer's Toy Store--

twice the recipient.

of cyclopean bifocals--

funny glasses,

if ever there were.

matched with eyes that

were framed.

uncannily non make believe.

Moby **** leaving the oily

crease marks of his forehead--

thereon.