my grandmother had a serious gas
problem.
we only saw her on Sunday.
she’d sit down to dinner
and she’d have gas.

I’ll settle for the 6 horse
on a rainy afternoon
a paper cup of coffee
in my hand
a little way to go,

the mockingbird had been following
all summer
mocking mocking mocking
teasing and cocksure;
the cat crawled under rockers on p

you haven’t lived
until you’ve been in a
flophouse
with nothing but one
light bulb

Bach, I said, he had 20 children.
he played the horses during the da
he f—ed at night
and drank in the mornings.
he wrote music in between.

the goldfish sing all night with g
and the whores go down with the st
the whores go down with the stars
I’m sorry, sir, we close at 4:30,
besides yr mother’s neck is dirty,

here comes the fishhead singing
here comes the baked potato in dra
here comes nothing to do all day l
here comes another night of no sle
here comes the phone wringing the

Making love in the sun, in the mor
in a hotel room
above the alley
where poor men poke for bottles;
making love in the sun

what i liked about e.e. cummings
was that he cut away from
the holiness of the
word
and with charm

the lady has me temporarily off th
and now the pecker stands up
better.
however, things change overnight—
instead of listening to Shostakovi