<br /> Hidden from an early age under army<br /> Blankets in old Times Square theatrical<br /> Hotels; undaunted by the medieval pabulum<br /> Of Alcohol, of Art, and of Broken Hearts, I became<br /> A life. I recall looking… more »

Right as W.C. Handy will I fit on your other far farm arm --Make scenes in the Stockhausen morning naked --Shout at the dusty dog who likes to play around that pick-Up full of bean sprouts and Telemann --Listen for the errant Lohengrin hidden away in you… more »

I am a revolutionary alive and now in the city of borrowers, absolute master of library arts; a giant warring sloth with armor plating turning pages, changeling bounder with moves as sudden as reality showing up in stranger places. I, too, see the eviden… more »

-- for W. 94th Street Mayo of Calgary, ABIn these empty apartmentsI have walked past the spot and thereon the wooden ground where we touchedears are growing up into the room like vegetable garden cluster,and I remember your sound.Yes, and w… more »

There's a bar in L.A.You can walk right in the open door offThe sidewalk and go in and orderA drink, any drink you like, and sitDown on a stool next to any personYou like and sayWhatever you want to thatPerson you want for a long time andMaybe you will m… more »