The Mind Shop

--for David Miller

mind’s crafty
fault lies

in finding
fault less.

Raking the Rock Garden

you’re thinking
it’s time

to water
the mind

scape.

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

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