we like to shower afterwards
(I like the water hotter than she)
and her face is always soft and pe
and she’ll wash me first
spread the soap over my balls

O lord, he said, Japanese women,
real women, they have not forgotte
bowing and smiling
closing the wounds men have made;
but American women will kill you l

the vultures at the zoo
(all three of them)
sit very quietly in their
caged tree
and below

Just give me a little atomic bomb
Not too mutch just a little
Enough to kill a horse in the stre
But there aren’t any horses in the
Enough to knock the flowers from a

I read that he lost a suitcase ful
train and that they never were rec
I can’t match the agony of this
but the other night I wrote a 3—pa
upon this computer

this fear of being what they are:
dead.
at least they are not out on the s
are careful to stay indoors, those
pasty mad who sit alone before the

this time has finished me.
I feel like the German troops
whipped by snow and the communists
walking bent
with newspapers stuffed into

self—congratulatory nonsense as th
famous gather to applaud their see
greatness
you
wonder where

when I look back now
at the abuse I took from
her
I feel shame that I was so
innocent,

he was 65, his wife was 66, had
Alzheimer’s disease.
he had cancer of the
mouth.
there were