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

the best often die by their own ha
just to get away,
and those left behind
can never quite understand
why anybody

too much too little
too fat
too thin
or nobody.
laughter or

at high noon
at a small college near the beach
sober
the sweat running down my arms
a spot of sweat on the table

if you’re going to try, go all the
way.
otherwise, don’t even start.
if you’re going to try, go all the
way.

yes, they begin out in a willow, I
the starch mountains begin out in
and keep right on going without re
pumas and nectarines
somehow these mountains are like

I took my girlfriend
to your last poetry reading,
she said “yes”,
“yes?” I asked.
"she`s young and pretty",

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

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

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