lonely as a dry and used orchard
spread over the earth
for use and surrender.
shot down like an ex—pug selling
dailies on the corner.

he spoke to mice and sparrows
and his hair was white at the age
his father beat him every day and
lit candles in the church.
his grandmother came while the boy

there is enough treachery, hatred
human being to supply any given ar
and the best at murder are those w
and the best at hate are those who
and the best at war finally are th

I read that he lost a suitcase ful
train and that they never were rec
I can’t match the agony of this
but the other night I wrote a 3—pa
upon this computer

the vultures at the zoo
(all three of them)
sit very quietly in their
caged tree
and below

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

first time my father overheard me
this bit of music he asked me,
“what is it?”
“it’s called Love For Three Oran
I informed him.

call it the greenhouse effect or w
but it just doesn’t rain like it u
I particularly remember the rains
depression era.
there wasn’t any money but there w

she was hot, she was so hot
I didn’t want anybody else to have
and if I didn’t get home on time
she’d be gone, and I couldn’t bear
I’d go mad. . .

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