my father always said, “early to b
early to rise makes a man healthy,
and wise.”
it was lights out at 8 p.m. in our
and we were up at dawn to the smel

first time my father overheard me
this bit of music he asked me,
“what is it?”
“it’s called Love For Three Oran
I informed him.

They are building a house
half a block down
and I sit up here
with the shades down
listening to the sounds,

it
takes
a lot of
desperation
dissatisfaction

Born like this
Into this
As the chalk faces smile
As Mrs. Death laughs
As the elevators break

I can see myself now
after all these suicide days and n
being wheeled out of one of those
(of course, this is only if I get
by a subnormal and bored nurse

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

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

dumb,
Jesus Christ,
some people are so dumb
you can hear them
splashing around

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