never
even in calmer times
have I ever
dreamed of
bicycling through that

I’ll settle for the 6 horse
on a rainy afternoon
a paper cup of coffee
in my hand
a little way to go,

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

the illusion is that you are simpl
reading this poem.
the reality is that this is
more than a
poem.

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

I been readin’ you for a long time
I just put Billy Boy to bed,
he got 7 mean ticks from somewhere
I got 2,
my husband, Benny, he got 3.

they called Céline a Nazi
they called Pound a fascist
they called Hamsun a Nazi and a f
they put Dostoevsky in front of a
squad

it
takes
a lot of
desperation
dissatisfaction

your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is a light somewhere.

I was standing in line at the bank
when the old fellow in front of me
dropped his glasses (luckily, with
case)
and as he bent over