there are worse things than
being alone
but it often takes decades
to realize this
and most often

majestic, majic
infinite
my little girl is
sun
on the carpet—

hooray say the roses, today is bla
and we are red as blood.
hooray say the roses, today is Wed
and we bloom wher soldiers fell
and lovers too,

I am in this low—slung sports car
painted a deep, rich yellow
driving under an Italian sun.
I have a British accent.
I’m wearing dark shades

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

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

I was a bum in San Francisco but
to go to a symphony concert along
and the music was good but somethi
audience was not
and something about the orchestra

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

during my worst times
on the park benches
in the jails
or living with
whores

often it is the only
thing
between you and
impossibility.
no drink,