Poems

Making The Lion For All It’s Got — A Ballad I came home and found a lion in my room… [First draft of “The Lion for […]

Nagasaki Days I — A Pleasant Afternoon for Michael Brownstein and Dick Gallup One day 3 poets and 60 ears sat under a green-striped Chau- tauqua […]

Nagasaki Days (Everybody’s Fantasy) I walked outside & the bomb’d dropped lots of plutonium all over the Lower East Side There weren’t any buildings left just […]

On the Conduct of the World Seeking Beauty Against Government Is that the only way we can become like Indians, like Rhinoceri, like Quartz Crystals, like […]

Please Master Please master can I touch your cheek please master can I kneel at your feet please master can I loosen your blue pants please […]

Plutonian Ode I What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there a new thing under the Sun? At last inquisitive Whitman a modern epic, […]

Psalm IV Now I’ll record my secret vision, impossible sight of the face of God: It was no dream, I lay broad waking on a fabulous […]

September on Jessore Road Millions of babies watching the skies Bellies swollen, with big round eyes On Jessore Road–long bamboo huts Noplace to shit but sand […]

Song The weight of the world is love. Under the burden of solitude, under the burden of dissatisfaction the weight, the weight we carry is love. […]

Sphincter I hope my good old asshole holds out 60 years it’s been mostly OK Tho in Bolivia a fissure operation survived the altiplano hospital– a […]