PLAY it across the table.What if we steal this city blind?If they want any thing let ’em nail it down. Harness bulls, dicks, front office men,And the high goats up on…
THREE tailors of Tooley Street wrote: We, the People.The names are forgotten. It is a joke in ghosts. Cutters or bushelmen or armhole basters, they satcross-legged stitching, snatched at scissors, stole…
BORN a million years ago you stay here a million years …watching the women come and live and be laid away …you and they thin-gray thin-dusk lovely.So it goes: either…
The shadows of the shipsRock on the crestIn the low blue lustreOf the tardy and the soft inrolling tide. A long brown bar at the dip of the skyPuts an…
On the streetSlung on his shoulder is a handle half way across,Tied in a big knot on the scoop of cast ironAre the overalls faded from sun and rain in…
Give me hunger,O you gods that sit and giveThe world its orders.Give me hunger, pain and want,Shut me out with shame and failureFrom your doors of gold and fame,Give me…
A goldwing moth is between the scissors and the ink bottle on the desk. Last night it flew hundreds of circles around a glass bulb and a flame wire. The…
(Bergen)SEVEN days all fog, all mist, and the turbines pounding through high seas.I was a plaything, a rat’s neck in the teeth of a scuffling mastiff.Fog and fog and no…
MANY ways to spell good night. Fireworks at a pier on the Fourth of July spell it with red wheels and yellow spokes. They fizz in the air, touch the water and…