at one stage in my life
I met a man who claimed to have
visited Pound at St. Elizabeths.
then I met a woman who not only
claimed to have visited

by God, I don’t know what to
do.
they’re so nice to have around.
they have a way of playing with
the balls

some say we should keep personal r
poem,
stay abstract, and there is some r
but jezus;
twelve poems gone and I don’t keep

To give life you must take life,
and as our grief falls flat and ho
upon the billion—blooded sea
I pass upon serious inward—breakin
with white—legged, white—bellied r

Long walks at night—
that’s what good for the soul:
peeking into windows
watching tired housewives
trying to fight off

he lives in a house with a swimmin
and says the job is
killing him.
he is 27. I am 44. I can’t seem t
get rid of

Either peace or happiness,
let it enfold you
when I was a young man
I felt these things were
dumb, unsophisticated.

“what?” they say, “you got a
computer?”
it’s like I have sold out to
the enemy.
I had no idea so many

I read last Saturday in the
redwoods outside of Santa Cruz
and I was about 3/4's finished
when I heard a long high scream
and a quite attractive

majestic, majic
infinite
my little girl is
sun
on the carpet—