| Mixology | |
| [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 |
| Filmography | |
| [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 |
| Bibliography | |
| [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 characters not reproducible] | 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 |