#Americans
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…
There is this sunny place where I… A park on a hill whose grass wants… Into dust, & would do so if it… For the rain, & the fact that… That keeps the park from flowing d…
My poem would eat nothing. I tried giving it water but it said no, worrying me. Day after day,
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…
The cop holds me up like a fish; he feels the huge bones surrounding my eyes, and he runs a thumb under them, lifting my eyelids
—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…
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…
Those twenty-six letters filling t… Compose the dark, compose The illiterate summer sky & it… One by one, above the schoolyard. If the soul had a written history,…
“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…
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…
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…
The trees went up the hill And over it. Then the dry grasses of the pastur… Only a kind of blonde light Settling everywhere
One was a bay cowhorse from Piedr… And both stood at the rail of the… In each effortless tail swish, the… Around their eyes & muzzles &a… Their front teeth were by now as y…
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…
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…