Tonight a random stuck-on world 

Shades the freezer's blizzard white 

With magnetic fields that fate has hurled 

Against the frigid Bakelite


Where our pasted panorama sinks

Into a blank aquarium

That human hopes and juices drinks,

Whose arctic demons clunk and hum


Behind the beach they're staring through

A window to the out-of-doors—

Where gravity's vast glue

Opens up our frozen stores.


Tippet Alley

Bastille Day, 2002

San Fransisco

February 23rd and 25th, 2003


September 27th 2008