A mission to 80606.


"its light a fading nimbus over Wales" --Geoffrey Hill

    "Thieves"

the houses of the moon,
funest vindaloo road

i leave no plaster gnome
grinning to endure

nor written scrap of proof
nor further knot the braid

i watch an idle fire
hungry as a lichen

now it gains the roof
swifter than double nickel

lunar and crimson name
noose-mark should it slacken


"Maybe the polka
injured thousands." --ibid

"...Seaward the prows are turned; the ships
Fast anchored, and the curved sterns fringe the beach." --Cranch's Virgil, VI.


Stranger than fiction.