To end up alone
in a tomb of a room
without cigarettes
or wine—
just a lightbulb

I even hear the mountains
the way they laugh
up and down their blue sides
and down in the water
the fish cry

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

I’ve come by, she says, to tell yo
that this is it. I’m not kidding,
over. this is it.
I sit on the couch watching her ar
her long red hair before my bedroo

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

I have lain in bed all day
but I have written one poem
and I am up now
looking out the window
and like a novelist might say

one of Lorca’s best lines
is,
“agony, always
agony ...”
think of this when you

here I am
in the ground
my mouth
open
and

cimen altinda gecen 225 gunden son
kanini emip bitireli epey oldu, ar
bu isler boyle mi oluyor?
bu odada hala ask saatlerinin golg
birakip gittiginde asagi yukari he

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