Postcard: Cape May
A trance state in the particle
is par
for Massachusetts
the Red Sox
an expensive boat moored in the mud
ratio of lawns slept on
to the number of haircuts
certain other cars come roaring
out of the roundabouts
their wheels flying off
one man screams his prosthetic wit
they eat lobster with their bare hands . . .
tiny epics spill onto the docks there
the slut and the girlfriend
the family standing under a linden
(an abbreviation for pain)
a wedge of quartz suffers a panic attack
Charles Olson . . .
but night does come on slow
like giving up the piano for life
pathology of hungers
stairs made out of barn wood next to a luminous Coke machine 