• Marilyn

    Being a sex symbol is a heavy load when you’re tired and hurt, bewildered. They treat you like a machine. They’ll pay you for a kiss  — a thousand dollars. And a nickel for your soul. I just hate to be a thing. I want to be wonderful. I’m trying to pr …


  • Kerouac

    Scribble secret notebooks for your own joy, blowing deep as you want to blow. Write to those visionary tics, unspeakable, shivering inside yr chest. Be a dumbsaint of the mind, an old teahead of time, no fear or shame in yr experience, its dignity. Kee …


  • Loving the Great Clown

    This is a suite of poems I wrote long ago in an attempt to understand the relationship of the artist to the audience and to his lover. For this suite, the artist is portrayed as male, the lover as female. Here the artist is only an instrument for art, …


  • Why Thanksgiving

    After Hurricane Fran It’s no surprise we fear the fall. We learn it from the trees. Their mighty hearts are pumping fear, and sleeping we can hear it. This is the danger time. Down by the rising creek they grip the sodden clay with frantic fingers, and …


  • How To Eat Some Crawfish

    You take one in your fingers while it’s still too hot. You crack away the ruby sculptured head. You peel the first two curved shell pieces, pinch the tail and pull the body out. And then you eat like crazy, as many as you want. You stand around the dee …