‘NO VISITORS’ I thumb the roller to
And leans against the door.
Comfortable in my horseblanket
I prop on the costly bed & dream of my wife,
My first wife,
And my second wife & my son.
Insulting, they put guardrails up,
As if it were a crib!
I growl at the head nurse; we compose on one.
I have been operating from nothing,
Like a dog after its tail
More slowly, losing altitude.
Nitid. They are shooting me full of sings.
I give no rules. Write as short as you can,
In order, of what matters.
I think of my beloved poet
Issa & his father who
Sat down on the grass and took leave of each other.