No. 6
I’ll settle for the 6 horse On a rainy afternoon A paper cup of coffee In my hand A little way to go, The wind twirling out Small wrens from The upper grandstand roof,
Yes Yes
when God created love he didn’t help most When God created dogs He didn’t help dogs When God created plants that was average When God created hate we had a standard utility When God
Short Order
I took my girlfriend to your last poetry reading, She said. Yes, yes? I asked. She’s young and pretty, she said. And? I asked. She hated your Guts. Then she stretched out on the
8 Count
from my bed I watch 3 birds On a telephone Wire. One flies Off. Then Another. One is left, Then It too Is gone. My typewriter is Tombstone Still. And I am Reduced to
My Groupie
I read last Saturday in the Redwoods outside of Santa Cruz And I was about 3/4’s finished When I heard a long high scream And a quite attractive Young girl came running toward me
The Night I Was Going To Die
the night I was going to die I was sweating on the bed And I could hear the crickets And there was a cat fight outside And I could feel my soul dropping down
Rain
a symphony orchestra. There is a thunderstorm, They are playing a Wagner overture And the people leave their seats under the trees And run inside to the pavilion The women giggling, the men pretending
The House
They are building a house Half a block down And I sit up here With the shades down Listening to the sounds, The hammers pounding in nails, Thack thack thack thack, And then I
The Sun Weilds Mercy
and the sun weilds mercy But like a jet torch carried to high, And the jets whip across its sight And rockets leap like toads, And the boys get out the maps And pin-cuishon
Who In The Hell Is Tom Jones?
I was shacked with a 24 year old girl from New York City for Two weeks – about The time of the garbage Strike out there, and One night my 34 year Old woman
Freedom
he drank wine all night of the 28th, and he kept thinking of her: The way she walked and talked and loved The way she told him things that seemed true But were not,
Oh Yes
there are worse things than Being alone But it often takes decades To realize this And most often When you do It’s too late And there’s nothing worse Than Too late.
Eulogy To A Hell Of A Dame
some dogs who sleep ay night Must dream of bones And I remember your bones In flesh And best In that dark green dress And those high-heeled bright Black shoes, You always cursed when
Metamorphosis
a girlfriend came in Built me a bed Scrubbed and waxed the kitchen floor Scrubbed the walls Vacuumed Cleaned the toilet The bathtub Scrubbed the bathroom floor And cut my toenails and My hair.
Nirvana
not much chance, Completely cut loose from Purpose, He was a young man Riding a bus Through North Carolina On the wat to somewhere And it began to snow And the bus stopped At