Poems

New Mexico I was fairly drunk when it began and I took out my bottle and used it along the way. I was reading a week […]

Nirvana not much chance, completely cut loose from purpose, he was a young man riding a bus through North Carolina on the way to somewhere and […]

No. 6 I’ll settle for the 6 horse on a rainy afternoon a paper cup of coffee in my hand a little way to go, the […]

Now I sit here on the 2nd floor hunched over in yellow pajamas still pretending to be a writer. some damned gall, at 71, my brain […]

O, We Are The Outcasts ah, christ, what a CREW: more poetry, always more P O E T R Y . if it doesn’t come, coax […]

Oh Yes there are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades to realize this and most often when you do it’s too late […]

On Going Back To The Street After Viewing An Art Show they talk down through the centuries to us, and this we need more and more, […]

one thirty-six a.m. I laugh sometimes when I think about say Céline at a typewriter or Dostoevsky… or Hamsun… ordinary men with feet, ears, eyes, ordinary […]

Out Of The Arm Of One Love… out of the arm of one love and into the arms of another I have been saved from dying […]

Paris never even in calmer times have I ever dreamed of bicycling through that city wearing a beret and Camus always pissed me off.