Sonnet 29

The sperm that penetrates the windowpanes,
That rides seaward on the white waves and takes
To weapon in the dark chapter, explains
The scent emitted. The telescope shakes
From its purple tracks and we go across
To Mexico. The nose that disappears,
That is unsociable because of loss.
I am not you. Olympic atmosphere
In which we read everything. Human snow-
Belt. Throw myself into the sea. The sand
Has killed again. Let me in. I can't know
What you know. The country goes. Gets on. And
Where the stocks evaporate on Mars,
The years that drive the dead onto the stars.

Sonnet 37

Above the whitish stars above the gym
Lay the Treaty of Versailles. Do business
With the world's melodic and swaying limb.
I write now, effortlessly and progress
With night. Astronauts look like butterflies
In cars, and phlegm on the Cardinal's
Blood-like sash gazes into my eyes. Dies
Whatever I have seen with the germinal
Flex of its sleeve. I caress the text
And the yogurt of its solitary
Congress. It is providence. The cells flexed
Again. An isthmus the military
Gave meaning to with its levitation
Of bone. I am your hallucination.

Sonnet 24

This damp vinegar light. It is the high
Hour of earth and perfume. Roses dream
With elegant blood, and coffins float by
And by. Flags on the horizon that seem
To float also, into the street, like death
And eyelids nourished by the soil. Treason
In the clockwork of our vegetal breath
Unbuttons the mind crippled by reason.
Nakedness of the unknown made ethos
A terror of adolescence, a lust
For seriousness and fear. Here, mythos
Hammers onto the tongue, what we distrust
In the transparent kiss of religion
Moves in mineral beds of contagion.