A Supermarket In California
What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whit – Man, for I walked down the sidestreets under the trees With a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon. In my hungry fatigue, and
Hum Bom!
I Whom bomb? We bomb them! Whom bomb? We bomb them! Whom bomb? We bomb them! Whom bomb? We bomb them! Whom bomb? You bomb you! Whom bomb? You bomb you! Whom bomb? You
A Western Ballad
When I died, love, when I died My heart was broken in your care; I never suffered love so fair As now I suffer and abide When I died, love, when I died. When
An Eastern Ballad
I speak of love that comes to mind: The moon is faithful, although blind; She moves in thought she cannot speak. Perfect care has made her bleak. I never dreamed the sea so deep,
Homework
Homage Kenneth Koch If I were doing my Laundry I’d wash my dirty Iran I’d throw in my United States, and pour on the Ivory Soap, scrub up Africa, put all the birds and
A Desolation
Now mind is clear As a cloudless sky. Time then to make a Home in wilderness. What have I done but Wander with my eyes In the trees? So I Will build: wife, Family,
An Asphodel
O dear sweet rosy unattainable desire …how sad, no way to change the mad Cultivated asphodel, the visible reality… And skin’s appalling petals how inspired To be so Iying in the living room drunk
Father Death Blues (Don't Grow Old, Part V)
Hey Father Death, I’m flying home Hey poor man, you’re all alone Hey old daddy, I know where I’m going Father Death, Don’t cry any more Mama’s there, underneath the floor Brother Death, please
Feb. 29, 1958
Last nite I dreamed of T. S. Eliot Welcoming me to the land of dream Sofas couches fog in England Tea in his digs Chelsea rainbows Curtains on his windows, fog seeping in The
Wild Orphan
Blandly mother Takes him strolling by railroad and by river he’s the son of the absconded hot rod angel And he imagines cars and rides them in his dreams, So lonely growing up among