OUR MUSEUM We molded ourselves into a little death community. Like Pygmalion the master we fashioned each other in the image of that which we found most beautiful. Into hollowed-out jacuzzis we poured sweet crude oil and tied together the ankles of endangered pelicans and holding them in our arms we fell backwards the way [...]

ARCHAELOGICAL SURVEY FROM A FUTURE ERA The human brain was painted on the neck of god: the heart on plain white canvas. Our lungs were stitched from plaster and stone- withered skin, the recollections of fettered deer. When we breathe we breathe compositions in the classical mode, not modern, not yet vulgar. The oils from [...]

MY VERY OWN MILITARY MARCH Drum thrum a-drum tum-thrum sprawl the footfalls of military men in perfect cadence and rifle-frown across the porches of girls in blush and gown, breasts neither full nor grown. They step in line, through circumstance, threading French folk dance and without thimble and without needle. They came to court, they [...]