denied tenure because he’d felt he had to say
he’d like to lick his chair’s wife’s clit, shut
 
down.  Outside his lids, his silent, starless cave,
Easter!  Boulders beat up white fires, waves!
 
Sunrise, time’s big smile, simple, winning,
sinks, thinning into its bitter grimace, fun
 
light, finally refined, igniting wilder riptides,
quivery, jittery, a kite flying by night, alive!