Cocktails Book

	The cocktail hour finally arrives: whether ending a day at the office	3
	This is what you love: more people. you remember	4
	He would care for me as a stranger: courtesy clerk. so quick	5
	Writing for a young man on the redline train: "to his boy mistress"	6
	In the elegant days of downtown: we sunned on the porch	8
	Gardenhose dilated with rain: a puff adder	9
	Winter moon summer moon budding moon barley moon	11
	A happiest harbinger to you: here spring	12
	Chapt. ex ex ex eye vee: in which scott has a birthday	13
	Dogs and boys can treat you like trash. and dogs do love trash	14
	12-line poem, seemingly out of place	15
	The mind of moss: sitting here by the reflecting pool	16
	When you touch down upon this earth. little reindeers	17
	This little treatment has side effects: side effects	18
	Hope you like this new doctor: rachel says in hopeful tones	19
	My lover my phlebotomist. his elastic fingers encircle my arm	20
	Robe and pajamas, steadfast and softer than anyone who touched me	23
	A mule-drawn scraper packed this earth: levees	24
	19 lines	25
	I was a priapic boy: the prow of a galleon	26
	A boy at 15 can't be too tough: approximate masculinity	27
	Every man needs a buddy. who'll do	28
	College roommate gone: his hamper full. I'll do us both a favor	30
	The man in the front row: uniformed. ugly as my father the disillusioned	31
	Morning broke on my cabin inverted. tempest in my forehead	33
	Fortune drives a finned convertible: her blond wig shifts in the wind	35
	You'd want to go to the reunion: see	36
	So the theatre dimmed and reclined. cramped balcony rubbed against my leg	38
	The atrium of the heart beckons with pendulous lips	40
	My lot to spin the purple: that the tabernacle should be made	43
	Unsheathed the sword and cut the veil. visible the planet red	46
	He tastes the air with his tongue. his eyes a gory kitling	47
	My riches I have squandered. spread with honey	49
	Strange flower in my hands. porphyry shell. clipped wool	50
	They hear the clapping of the bell and are afraid	51
	Torch to the stubble of the fields: the harvest has ended	52
	Slightly foetid. foetal and stooped. an afterbirth of rags	53
	The heavenly noise of domesticity murmurs in the kitchen: clink	54
	Not a waking mutter. the locusts in cessation	55
	Because I were ready before destruction. bearing the sign of his affliction	56
	Listen mother, he punched the air: I am not your son dying	57
	The ice hadn't cracked. stingy ground: frozen with its hoard of bulbs	58
	A [Kai] [Omega]	60
	Came a voice in my gullet: rise up and feast. thunderous	61
	When he comes he is neither sun nor shade: a china doll	62
	Coda & discography	65