“The trouble with being god is / that you have to create every / part of your Self, fabricating it / all without being false, and yet / my…”

“Divine with one tongue the meaning / of the way this rush of lightning / runs from the column its eruption has splintered, // from the temple within…”

“Wool steels an opening here, with wiry fingers / pulls down chrome under layers, abrasive pants / of effort, discretion’s attempt, strenuous / as its fluffer’s tongue damages…”

“Gutter-mouthed machismo / machine gunning it to / death, hitting home the point / that this is not something / he’s ready to accept, / no, not yet, but not…”

“Sweating under a moon / in the reflected light / of whom our braying fears / either deprive or guide / us, dog and wolf prowling / on a war-like…”