Jackson’s Hole The murdered woman is a muse Whom Jackson sees above the sound And hears in footsteps on the floor Of sand below and sand above The treetops beat the...
Read MoreFrank O’Hara was not the first poet I read, but he was the first poet i read whom I felt was speaking directly to me in and through a world I knew intimately and...
Read MoreThe name we give a yearning after or getting chased Love and paranoia the reaction accelerates
Read MoreTo the Sidewalk Scaled With Rain  Are you a lizard or the look of stupefaction Eyes frying in their holes conceive a slithering Pavement their pain assembles on the...
Read MoreI wrote this poem in 1983 or ’84, I think. Maybe even 1982. People used to tell me they had no idea what I was writing about, but liked the music or the images....
Read More A couple walks together bumping hips And touching hands. They have been At it face to face, side to side and back To front, eating, sleeping, scheming. He gestures...
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THE MAN WHO CAN'T DIE
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