Gesture

voices

of the few we've loved so
far

from us, nothing
matters but this

touch.

(from Sentences, 1976)

Blood Sucks, Brothers

I know it
Sounds bad,

But where

Would we be without
Dracula?

The Cur, the Bitch, and the Doggerel Writing Son of a Bitch

All you rabid fans of shoddy, shaggy dog poems—are you foaming at the mouth for lack of sustenance? Dig no further, I say, for the end of your suffering is just a mouse click away. Sic 'em!

The Bookie

Someone desperate says This is a stickup,
Your money or your life. Given
The choice, which would you

Choose? What a stupid question
I can hear you saying,
My life, of course. I say

Five will get you ten, friend,
Your life’s not worth
A plugged nickel.

White House Memento

Mnemonic

Memo almost forgotten
Whispers on

Tip

Of the page’s
Tongue.