a black spider hops amid the soft late Spring grass... always there's danger yellow with black spots, its antennaes probe the lawn... art without canvas I shoot basketball
Having recently been re-reading "Steppenwolf" and looking within at certain perilous magic mirrors, it occured to me (while still a poet on this earth) to write an ode to Herman Hesse:
dedicated with gratitude and admiration to my friend Theresa Wright I dreamt I was in a popular reality show: !!!PIANO!!! in which Mozart and Beethoven are reduced to pretentious mechanics,
When I was born, the Chicago mafiosos threw a baby shower though we'd already left for California and then Oregon, never to return When I was very young, or when I was very sick
I'd like to go to the strip bar but when I get the money rarely see the point... after all there are many other ways to be soon parted with one's Sacagaweas, but I ought to go more often
