Poems new and old
1
The morning fit with fog —
Morro's stacks and stone
just barely visible
2
Tide goes in and out —
never the same,
always the same
3
Standing on rocks
waiting for the tide
to go down
4
Sketching the ocean,
my fingers wet
with charcoal
5
Felled by beer,
I pass out while it's still light
in California
The windows the
windows. I’m tired of
being the next
great poet you’ve never heard of.
Really,
write write write
Let me write until the morning light.
Glory, frying pan, coffee.
Sun, don’t I know you?
I dream to wake before you age.
a mostly banana mango often confused with the mañana which itself is often confused with often infused with tomorrow
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Breath stinks
Of brandy.
The woman, the drink.
The first girl
I ever slept with
Now works
For Brown Forman.
She’s still drunk I guess.
46
Royal Success Systems —
Convincing people
That their graffiti is art
47
Dog ears appear
From the heart of a sleeping ball —
Truck w/ trailer passes by
48
Drove out to the
Country for some air —
Coming back, the city ahaze
49 (after Kerouac)
In the Belleville house,
My father’s
Abominable yawns
50
Is my head back this far?
I was just now having
The night’s first beer
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