Deadly Ivy     |   home bowel   |   haiku   |   (shaving in extremis)   |   Sonnet(a complaint)   |   Topf&Söhne   |   Symphony#41   |   Sweetheart-   |   Plea for Mercy   |   6.7   |   6.8   |   5.30(W.C.W.)   |   Rationale of Verse   |   Short Poems   |   (spontaneoulsy written)   |   6.6 (Elizabeth) Short Poems koan: world premiere tonight: trapists in a opera. my soul is your pin cushion ive cut my lips on salty hips and restless seas have tossed my faded soul ive resd my head on faulty beds while alleygirls have robbed me of my soul and winter nights on cobblestone have torn my weary coat and left me to the crows haiku: by grey thunderlight, writing her lightning sonnets with my eyelids rain My doctor wants me to  stop drinking and to eat well My priest says i should  knock off the whoring and give penance Sal, who is my oldest friend and bookie  says the Mets are sure to win But really, all I want to do  is get the train back to Boston and make sure to tell her I love her this time. all of my possessions smell much too much like bliss,silver,ether white,pure,summer,azure sky together to let me sleep peacefully I love you like Zelda Fitzgerald, you greying alcoholic: and wish you'd start calling again Long enough for me to regret it when I hang up on you. It's twelve o'clock, Which -- I am told -- Should shake my geranium Or like a madman shakes yer memories, should give me stellar indegeston. haiku: loving you has been a heavenly, raptured game of russian roulette