the German hotel was very strange
double doors to the rooms, very th
looked the park and the vasser ter
it was usually too late for breakf
would be everywhere changing sheet

Jane, who has been dead for 31 yea
never could have
imagined that I would write a scre
days together
and

with an Apple Macintosh
you can’t run Radio Shack program
in its disc drive.
nor can a Commodore 64
drive read a file

hooray say the roses, today is bla
and we are red as blood.
hooray say the roses, today is Wed
and we bloom wher soldiers fell
and lovers too,

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

here I am
in the ground
my mouth
open
and

your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is a light somewhere.

a girlfriend came in
built me a bed
scrubbed and waxed the kitchen flo
scrubbed the walls
vacuumed

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

I sit here on the 2nd floor
hunched over in yellow
pajamas
still pretending to be
a writer.