Lines of Refusal

Nothing here, just the sound of the heat, the sound of the cars,
      nothing, nothing

Without failure, no ethics for one who from the very start would be an
      exact coincidence with himself

To the oldest son a scythe, to the second a cock, to the third a cat

Sweet unrest

Avoid rivers, strivers, and voyeurs

I am not afraid to sound

Treasury is a boring word, whereas treasure is an exciting word

Not gather, not tether, no tie

The young brother came to a town that was completely hung with
      black crepe

Wrote his autobiography in exactly thirty-seven words

No friend, no grammar, no end

Later, he too will become an imposing statue

Crawled into a crawl space and pulled shut the door

No wish, no fission, no sign

The hurrying across the avenue

Snow and so on

A young red fox and so on

Face or screen or book and so on