Not a peep out of you now After the bedlam early this mornin… Are you begging pardon of me Hidden up there among the leaves, Or are your brains momentarily ove…

A New Version: 1980 What is that little black thing I… in the white? Walt Whitman One

Boss of all bosses of the universe… Mr. know-it-all, wheeler-dealer, w… And whatever else you’re good at. Go ahead, shuffle your zeros tonig… Dip in ink the comets’ tails.

Great are the Hittites. Their ears have mice and mice have… Their dogs bury themselves and lea… To guard the house. A single weed… Until the spiderwebs spread over t…

The obvious is difficult To prove. Many prefer The hidden. I did, too. I listened to the trees. They had a secret

for Hayden Carruth If you didn’t see the six-legged d… It doesn’t matter. We did, and he mostly lay in the c… As for the extra legs,

Fingers in an overcoat pocket. Fingers sticking out of a black leather glove. The nails chewed raw. One play is called “Thieves’ Market,” another “Night in a Dime Museum.” The fingers w...

Green Buddhas On the fruit stand. We eat the smile And spit out the teeth.

O crows circling over my head and… I admit to being, at times, Suddenly, and without the slightes… Exceedingly happy. On a morning otherwise sunless,

On the first page of my dreambook It’s always evening In an occupied country. Hour before the curfew. A small provincial city.

A world’s disappearing. Little street, You were too narrow, Too much in the shade already. You had only one dog,

Of the light in my room: Its mood swings, Dark-morning glooms, Summer ecstasies. Spider on the wall,

How much death works, No one knows what a long Day he puts in. The little Wife always alone Ironing death’s laundry.

Shoes, secret face of my inner lif… Two gaping toothless mouths, Two partly decomposed animal skins Smelling of mice-nests. My brother and sister who died at…

Father studied theology through th… And this was exam time. Mother knitted. I sat quietly wit… Full of pictures. Night fell. My hands grew cold touching the fa…