(P/B) BETTING ON THE MUSE

Παρουσίαση

-warning-
upon your darkened red mouth wild birds scream
and bowls of fish swim their jungles,
a China morning, a withered noon of axes and
witches;
you desire a man-plagued sun and strands of
fiber calling my name;
beware, I am not your silly husband,
I am your silly lover
and of all your silly lovers,
the last one here.

Περιεχόμενα

splash
the women
the monkey
Whistler
the pleasures of the damned
those marvelous lunches
panties
the dead flowers of myself
me against the world
the snails
again
the World War One movies
to hell and back in a buggy carriage
stages
escape
woman on the street
CONFESSION OF A COWARD
the secret
somebody else
A View from the Quarter, March 12th, 1965:
drink
black and white
and all the snow melted
an empire of coins
A NICKEL
nature poem
warning
answer to a note on the dresser:
you don't know
let not
the death of a roach
the unwritten
right now
the sheep
piss
lastfight
defining the magic
writing
views
the strong man
the terror
the kiss-off
betting on the muse
THE UNACCOMMODATING UNIVERSE
met a man on the street
hell is now
the kid
"To Serve and Protect"
bad day
the dick
fall of the Roman Empire
people
ransom
it's difficult for them
think of it
chicken giblets
the lover
no win
the star
an evaluation
neon
they think this is the way it's done
the pile-up
12 minutes to post
as the poems go
the telephone
hideaway
this dirty, valiant game
stay out of my slippers, you fool
the voice
the bard of San Francisco
on biographies
a real break
avoiding humanity
WHAT HAPPENED TO THE LOVING, LAUGHING GIRL IN THE GINGHAM DRESS?
the luck of the word
bad form
last call
the shape of the Star
upon reading a critical review
Paris, what?
a social call
the girls we followed home s
low starter barstool
look back, look up Paris
the good soul
lousy mail
THE SUICIDE
confession of a genius
traffic report
hands
final score
the misanthrope
putting it to bed
the trash can
block
storm
the similarity
MY MADNESS
pastoral
finis
that rare good moment
doesn't seem like much
strange luck
until it hurts
DEATH IN THE AFTERNOON
the gods
floss, brush and flush
a great show
epilogue
Fante
it got away
the luck of the draw
let it enfold you
the 13th month
finis, II
the observer
August, 1993
this night
betting on now
decline
in the mouth of the tiger
the laughing heart
a challenge to the dark
so now?