almost dawn
blackbirds on the telephone wire
waiting
as I eat yesterday’s
forgotten sandwich

little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won’t flinch and

this man used to be an
interesting writer,
he was able to say brisk and
refreshing things.
at the time

the final curtain on one of the lo
musicals ever, some people claim t
seen it over one hundred times.
I saw it on the tv news, that fina
flowers, cheers, tears, a thundero

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

she reads to me from the New York
which I don’t buy, don’t know
how they get in here, but it’s
something about the Mafia
one of the heads of the Mafia

we are always asked
to understand the other person’s
viewpoint
no matter how
out—dated

if I suffer at this
typewriter
think how I’d feel
among the lettuce—
pickers of Salinas?

being the German kid in the 20’s i
was difficult.
there was much anti-German feeling
a carry-over from World War 1.
gangs of kids chased me through th

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