The sun comes like a head through last night’s turtleneck. A pigeon in the yard turns tail and offers me a card. Any card. From pillar to post, a pantomime

To the Metropolitan Police Force… the asylum gates are locked and ch… by wandering thoughts and the clos… So from San Francisco, patron cit… I scribble this note, having overs…

Of all the public places, dear to make a scene, I’ve chosen here. Of all the doorways in the world to choose to sleep, I’ve chosen yo… I’m on the street, under the stars…

Now they are no longer any trouble to each other he can turn things over, get down… of things that never happened, all… unfinishable business.

He splashed down in rough seas off… I watched through a coin-op telesc… with a lollipop stick as a trawler… of the waves and ferried him back… Control on a trading estate near t…

It begins as a house, an end terra… in this case but it will not stop there. Soon i… an avenue which cambers arrogantly past the…

It is not through weeping, but all evening the pale blue eye on your most photogenic side has k… its own unfathomable tide. Like th… at the dyke I have been there:

Which reminds me. He appeared at noon, asking for water. He’d wa… after losing his job, leaving me a… and locking his dog in the coal bu… We made him a bed

Five pounds fifty in change, exact… a library card on its date of expi… A postcard stamped, unwritten, but franked, a pocket size diary slashed with a…

We went out into the school yard together, me… whose name and face I don’t remember. We were testing… of the human voice:

In later life I retired from poet… ploughed the profits into a family restaurant in the town of Holzminden, in lowe… It was small and traditional:

Compiling this landmark anthology… about dogs and musical instruments… To date, I have only, “On the De… Killed by a Falling Piano,” a som… True, an Aeolian harp whispers al…