The bartender Has eyes the color of ripe apricot… Easy to please as a cash register… Enjoys art and good jokes. Squish

A Translation for Steve Jonas… Along East River and the Bronx The kids were singing, showing off… At the wheel, at oil, the rawhide,… Ninety thousand miners were drawin…

A Postscript for Marianne Moo… No one exactly knows Exactly how clouds look in the sky Or the shape of the mountains belo… Or the direction in which fish swi…

Imagine Lucifer An angel without angelness An apple Plucked clear by will of taste, co… Strength, beauty, roundness, seed

Coming at an end, the lovers Are exhausted like two swimmers.… Did it end? There is no telling.… Like an ocean with the dizzy proce… From which two can emerge exhauste…

ZEUS: It is to be assumed that I do not exist while most people in the vision assume that I do exist. This is to be one of the extents of meaning between the players and the audience. I...

The trouble with comparing a poet with a radio is that radios don’€™t develop scar-tissue. The tubes burn out, or with a transistor, which most souls are, the battery or diagram burns o...

These letters are to be as temporary as our poetry is to be permanent. They will establish the bulk, the wastage that my sour-stomached contemporaries demand to help them swallow and...

Plague took us and the land from u… Rose like a boil, enclosing us wit… We waited and the blue skies writh… Becoming black with death. Plague took us and the chairs from…

What are you thinking about? I am thinking of an early summer. I am thinking of wet hills in the… Pouring water. Shedding it Down empty acres of oak and manzan…

A dead starfish on a beach He has five branches Representing the five senses Representing the jokes we did not… Call the earth flat

What can I say to you, darling, When you ask me for help? I do not even know the future Or even what poetry We are going to write.

Hush now baby don’t say a word Mama’s going to buy you a mocking… The third Joyful mystery. The joy that descends on you when…

Sharp as an arrow Orpheus Points his music downward. Hell is there At the bottom of the seacliff. Heal

This ocean, humiliating in its dis… Tougher than anything. No one listens to poetry. The oce… Does not mean to be listened to.… Or crash of water. It means