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the day I kicked a bankroll out the window
I taste the ashes of your death
love is a piece of paper torn to bits
to the whore who took my poems
for Jane: with all the love I had, which was not enough
a party here—machineguns, tanks, an army fighting against men on rooftops
for the 18 months of Marina Louise
poem for my daughter
answer to a note found in the mailbox
all the love of me goes out to her (for A.M.)
an answer to a critic of sorts
the shower
2 carnations
have you ever kissed a panther?
the best love poem I can write at the moment
balling
hot
smiling, shining, singing
visit to Venice
love poem to Marina
I can hear the sound of human lives being ripped to pieces
for those 3
blue moon, oh bleweeww mooooon how I adore you!
the first love
love
raw with love (for N.W.)
a love poem for all the women I have known
fax
one for the shoeshine man
who in the hell is Tom Jones?
sitting in a sandwich joint just off the freeway
a definition
an acceptance slip
the end of a short affair
one for old snaggle-tooth
prayer for a whore in bad weather
I made a mistake
the 6 foot goddess (for S.D.)
quiet clean girls in gingham dresses
tonight
pacific telephone
hunchback
mermaid
yes
2nd. street, near Hollister, in Santa Monica
the trashing of the dildo
a place to relax
snap snap
for the little one
hello, Barbara
Carson McCullers
Jane and Droll
we get along
it was all right
my walls of love
eulogy to a hell of a dame
love
eulogy
40 years ago in that hotel room
a magician, gone
no luck for that
love poem to a stripper
love crushed like a dead fly
shoes
pulled down shade
Trollius and trellises
turn
oh, I was a ladies’ man!
love poem
a dog
the strong man
the bluebird
the dressmaker
confessions
