#Americans
All winter The trees held up their silent hiv… As if they mattered. But on one main street of bars and… I watched a woman who had begged f…
The brow of a horse in that moment… The horse is drinking water so dee… It seems to inhale the water, is h… I refuse to explain. When the horse had gone the water…
My love and I are inventing a cou… can already see taking shape, as i… passing through yellow mud. But th… lem: if we put a river in the coun… and begin flooding. If we put the…
My poem would eat nothing. I tried giving it water but it said no, worrying me. Day after day,
Someday, when you are twenty-four… The street of a foreign city... Let me go with you a little way, Let me be that stranger you won’t… And when you turn and enter a bar…
No matter how hard I listen, the… One syllable, which has no comfort… Only a rasping of air through the… * Once a poet told me of his friend…
At Wilshire & Santa Monica I… Trying to cross the street. It wa… Was brightly lit, the opossum woul… A few steps forward, then back awa… Of moving traffic. People coming…
—The Carpathian Frontier, Octobe… —for my brother Once, in a foreign country, I was… I was driving south toward a large… For so little it had a replica, in…
Now that the Summer of Love has b… And the shadowy mouths of tunnels… I’m going to put the one largely f… Right in front of you so you can w… Out of an orchard in the heat of a…
Sister once of weeds & a dark… In ditches reflecting the odd, Abstaining clouds that passed, &am… Their own counsel, we Were different, we kept our own co…
I lay my head sideways on the desk… My fingers interlocked under my ch… My eyes closed. It was a three-ro… White, with a small bell tower, an… From where I sat, on still days,…
The trees went up the hill And over it. Then the dry grasses of the pastur… Only a kind of blonde light Settling everywhere
Some called it the Summer of Love… Motionless leaves that overhung th… As ever, the same as they did ever… Anybody with three dollars could h… And who wouldn’t want to know what…
My father once broke a man’s hand Over the exhaust pipe of a John D… Ruben Vasquez, wanted to kill his… With a sharpened fruit knife, &… The curved tip of it, lightly, bet…
“Prince Jesus, crush those bastar… ‘Francois Villon, Grand Testam… It is the unremarkable that will l… As in Brueghel’s camouflage, wher… While elsewhere on a hill, small h…