Poem one writer’s funeral the wine of forever the pile-up close encounters of another kind drying out scene from 1940: the area of pause I know you relentless as the tarantula the replacements to lean back into it eating my senior citizen’s dinner at the Sizzler it’s strange The Beast woman on the street lost in San Pedro Manx the history of a tough motherfucker bad fix one for the old boy my cats Death Wants More Death the lisp on being 20 meanwhile the world’s greatest loser the trash men a gold pocket watch talking to my mailbox … I liked him one for the shoeshine man the proud thin dying shot of red-eye about pain hot who in the hell is Tom Jones? the price I’m in love the girls the ladies of summer tonight shoes hug the dark face of a political candidate on a street billboard white dog on going out to get the mail spring swan how is your heart? closing time racetrack parking lot at the end of the day there Dinosauria, we mind and heart TB the orderly the nurses cancer tired in the afterdusk again so now? blue sun coming down twilight musings the bluebird if we take—
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THE PLEASURES OF THE DAMNED
the mockingbird had been following the cat
all summer
mocking mocking mocking
teasing and cocksure;
the cat crawled under rockers on porches
tail flashing
and said something angry to the mockingbird
which I didn’t understand.
yesterday the cat walked calmly up the driveway
with the mockingbird alive in its mouth,
wings fanned, beautiful wings fanned and flopping,
feathers parted like a woman’s legs,
and the bird was no longer mocking,
it was asking, it was praying
but the cat
striding down through centuries
would not listen.
I saw it crawl under a yellow car
with the bird
to bargain it to another place.
summer was over.
There are sketches on the walls of men and women and ducks,
