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I live near the

slaughterhouse

and am ill

with thriving.

come on in!

nothing but a scarf

literary chitchat

this machine is a fountain

200 years

residue

Coronado Street: 1954

a vision

cut-rate drugstore: 4:30 p.m.

you can’t tell a turkey by its feathers

too early!

the green Cadillac

I’m not all-knowing but …

in the clubhouse

a famished orphan sits somewhere in the mind

form letter

first family

a real thing, a good woman

a child’s bedtime story

working out in Hades

half-a-goldfish

lousy mail

from the Dept. of English

and poems have too

poets to the rescue

red hot mail

some personal thoughts

he’s a dog

tremor

my Mexican buddy

strangers at the racetrack

will you tiptoe through the tulips with me?

the novel life

thanks for your help

I have continued regardless

balloons

moving toward the dark

the real thing

she looked at me and asked,

did you?

did you?

did you?

on the cuff

alone again

fooling Marie (the poem)

the copulation blues

the faithful wife

once in a while

another high-roller

the fucking horses

hello there!

the fuck-master

my personal psychologist

jealousy

her guy

dead poet’s wife

scrambled legs

endless love

down and out on the boardwalk

sex sister

to the ladies no longer here

the nude dancer

Ma Barker loves me

here we go again

do you believe that a man can be taught to write?

hail and farewell

weep

it’s a lonely world

of frightened people.

a note upon modern poesy

the end of an era

Paris in the spring

alone in this chair

talking about the poets

was Li Po wrong?

operator

a note from Hades in the mailbox

on the sunny banks of the university

vacation in Greece

the spill

the last salamander

learning the ropes

bombed away

the swimming pool will be going here

a bright boy

my turn

skinny-dipping

a close call

like a rock

the waitress at the yogurt shop

one out in the minor leagues

the little girls hissed

I dreamt

the old couple next door

men without women

the “Beats”

hurry slowly

hello and goodbye

I will never have

a house in the valley

with little stone men

on the lawn.

don’t call me, I’ll call you

taking the 8 count

going going gone

this is where they come for what’s left of your soul

hot night

the x-bum

something cares

my cats

6:30 a.m.

what I need

gender benders

after many nights

good morning, how are you?

a reader of my work

Sumatra Cum Laude

the disease of existence

another comeback

two nights before my 72nd birthday

have we come to this?

old poem

older

closing time

no leaders, please

everything hurts

husk

my song

cancer

blue

twilight musings

mind and heart