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Kids everywhere are called to supper: it's late it's dark and you're all played out. you want to go home no rule is left to this game. playmates scatter like breaking glass they return to smear the ______. and you're it --from "[you'd want to go to the reunion: see]&quo...

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Bibliographic Details
Main Author:	Powell, D. A (Douglas A.)
Corporate Author:	Gotham Book Mart Collection (University of Pennsylvania)
Format:	Book
Language:	English
Published:	Saint Paul, Minn. : Graywolf Press, [2004], ©2004 Saint Paul, Minn. : c2004 Saint Paul, Minn. : ©2004 Saint Paul, Minn. : [2004]
Subjects:	Civil society > Poetry Humorous poetry, American Reality > Poetry CHR 2004 PRO Gotham Book Mart (former owner) (Gotham Book Mart Collection copy) Civil society Reality Poetry

Table of Contents:

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

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