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

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,

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

“Chinaski, you got a following in
Denver...”
“yeah?”
“yeah, I got a magazine and I wan
poems from you...”

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

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

stuck in the rain on the freeway,
these are the lucky ones, these ar
dutifully employed, most with thei
as possible as they try not to thi
this is our new civilization: as m

she died of alcoholism
wrapped in a blanket
on a deck chair
on an ocean
steamer.

this head like a saucer
decorated with everything
as lip to lip we hang
in mechanical joy;
my hands blaze with arias

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