The Birth of Tragedy

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Velocities

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

The Anatomy of Color

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Blank Page As Harbour

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Aubade

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Blank Page Gets to Work

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

The Other Side

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

King Me

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

When I Say Jesus Was My Boyfriend

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Family Physics

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

On an Overgrown Path

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Evening Primrose

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Don’t Go Expecting

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

The Durian, King of Fruits

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Mermaid River

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

The Minister of Ministrations

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Home On It

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

On the Fourth Day

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

On the Transit of Toledo

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

The Same River

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

The Knife-Thrower Cannot Practice His Art with Pillows and Chocolates

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Where the Accident Begins

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Beautiful Young Women

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Party Line, 1962

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Five Miami Stornelli

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

The Lens of Porcelain

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Suddenly Seeing in Absent Sandstone How It Will Be

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Nocturne

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Constellations

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Mosul Lives: Verbatim Poems

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Theologicals

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Safety

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

On the 2017 Man Booker Prize

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Sangfroid in San Francisco

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

One Hundred Parties for Mary Ruefle

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Hear Lies Andrew Baker: An Epitome on Figures of Speech

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

A Voice Tucked Away

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

You Could Only Know Us

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Minus the Supernatural

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Visiting Friends

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Letters, 1936-1977

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

The Unchosen

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

A Conversation with John Jeremiah Sullivan

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Pyrite

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

And They Lived

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Piecework

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Franklin Free Clinic

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Letters Home from College: The Making of a Writer

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Elegy with Drowned Sailor and Endless Horizon

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Evening Dogs

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

The Rent Manual

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Emerson’s Eyes

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

The Gravestone and the Commode

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

My Lawyer Said that I Should Call Her

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Anecdote

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

On Stanley Elkin

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Self-Portrait as a Body, as a Sea

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Brood

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Maurice’s Blues

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Quitters

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

One Hundred Million Years of Solitude

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

First Times

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Another Way to Say Hello

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Getting Good

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Something Like That: A Pronoun’s Life in Poetry

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

So Far

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

True Blue Time

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Horse Chestnuts

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

The Sound of My Father

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

The Ocean Next Door

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Al, Off the Grid

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Hart Island

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Goombahs

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

The Dragon

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

The Sloth

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Lyle Clears My Throat

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Dean Interrupts My Dream

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

The Old Masters

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

P is for Pedestal

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Five Love Poems

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Basic Reader

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

On the Man Booker Prize

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Ava Gardner Goes Home

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

What’s There to Come Back To?

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Postprandial

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Only Connect

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Two Poems and a Piece of Prose

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Poems and Pictures

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Cow Man

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

The Caretaker

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Slide

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Questions on Jane’s Birthday

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

S Is For Shame

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

J Is For Judgment

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Nurzai’s Odyssey

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Scenes From A Marriage

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

S Is for Something: Mark Strand and Artistic Identity

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

A Conversation with Jill McCorkle

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Good Lord the Light

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

Peacock Feathers

Funny story. I wasn’t able to walk upright on my own
Two too long before I found myself possessed by an urge to go outside to play.
One rule: stay, stay in the yard. So I’d twirl myself dizzy and fall, lisp Highway to the Danger Zone,
Roll down the hill like a barrel, or teeter clapping at lightning bugs. But in the yard I’d stay.
What a good boy am I! I’d think. (Jack Horner was good, not mean like that snot Georgie-Porgie).
Then one day the sky was wolves and the faraway pines were smoky and I was bad and alone.
At first, my wooden rifle blew bad men without faces to smithereens in a petulant orgy
Of deathless death. And then I saw the farmhouse down the road by the pines. Then I was gone.

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