harm's way what a day today has been below the below derecho you are my shadow on the snow spontaneous composition only sad beauty was beauty sculptor balm for the sour as black as the black in your eyes fog hides the flame aiming for the end a sulphur sky over a sea of clouds calamity has come on you my brethren, and my brethren, you deserved it groans in the rocky ribs don’t cry on the ballot the defeated climbing superstition inscribed my love in the complaint book aerial eel watery sunshine yellows the square a soft low voice says thunder sirocco broken loose flute-notes of the cruelest sweetness light writes white fever crusted lips and so little by little he began to go wrong in the head sour lake touch the world goodbye mush-flesh and flow