a symphony orchestra.
there is a thunderstorm,
they are playing a Wagner overture
and the people leave their seats u
and run inside to the pavilion

The flies are angry bits of life;
why are they so angry?
it seems they want more,
it seems almost as if they
are angry

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

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

some people never go crazy.
me, sometimes I’ll lie down behind
for 3 or 4 days.
they’ll find me there.
it’s Cherub, they’ll say, and

there’s a bluebird in my heart tha
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I’m not goi
to let anybody see

this head like a saucer
decorated with everything
as lip to lip we hang
in mechanical joy;
my hands blaze with arias

here they come
these guys
grey truck
radio playing
they are in a hurry

not much chance,
completely cut loose from
purpose,
he was a young man
riding a bus

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