they were not to be worshiped ( Read more... )

( del sol información poesía )

A season of flying things ( Read more... )

here's to the holster
here's till the responsibility grows too much'
or response too little

here, here, my boys and girls,
hear the mountain sing in Las Vegas
over black-jack and poker masters

here's to the newlingo
the alphabetting sinner
the alpha-omega bedwetter

come one and all, true or not at all

late-nite gun-slingin ( Read more... )

t'killya, resposado ( Read more... )

the swinging stick upends the ball
the racket passes swift
makes a pop
and backhands the sliding backhanded comments
of comic geniuses

fuck, ya know what
i realize
my poems are exercises
in masturbatory, celebratory cries for love

love me
please
love me
love-all

disaster waiting to happen ( Read more... )

( mass transit and poems from it... )

( yesterday's crop and the last two from this morning... )