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Fourth Floor, Dawn, Up All Night Writing Letters

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Pigeons shake their wings on the copper church roofout my window across the street, a bird perched on the crosssurveys the city’s blue-grey clouds. Larry Rivers‘ll come at 10 AM…

Homework

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Homage Kenneth Koch If I were doing my Laundry I’d wash my dirty IranI’d throw in my United States, and pour on the Ivory Soap,       scrub up Africa, put all…

Five A.M.

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Elan that lifts me above the cloudsinto pure space, timeless, yea eternalBreath transmuted into words                Transmuted back to breath        in one hundred two hundred yearsnearly Immortal, Sappho’s 26 centuriesof cadenced breathing —…

Death & Fame

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When I dieI don’t care what happens to my bodythrow ashes in the air, scatter ’em in East Riverbury an urn in Elizabeth New Jersey, B’nai Israel CemeteryBut l want…

An Asphodel

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O dear sweet rosy      unattainable desire …how sad, no way      to change the mad cultivated asphodel, the      visible reality… and skin’s appalling      petals–how inspired to be…

Plutonian Ode

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I What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there        a new thing under the Sun?At last inquisitive Whitman a modern epic, detonative,        Scientific themeFirst penned unmindful by Doctor Seaborg with…

Haiku (Never Published)

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Drinking my teaWithout sugar-    No difference.                                        The sparrow shits    upside down–ah! my brain & eggs                                        Mayan head in aPacific driftwood bole–Someday I’ll live in N.Y.                        Looking over my shouldermy behind was coveredwith cherry blossoms.                                                Winter HaikuI…

Cosmopolitan Greetings

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To Struga Festival Golden Wreath Laureates        & International Bards 1986 Stand up against governments, against God. Stay irresponsible. Say only what we know & imagine. Absolutes are coercion. Change is absolute.…

An Eastern Ballad

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I speak of love that comes to mind:The moon is faithful, although blind;She moves in thought she cannot speak.Perfect care has made her bleak. I never dreamed the sea so…

Those Two

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That tree said    I don’t like that white car under me,                    it smells gasolineThat other tree next to it said    O you’re always complaining             you’re a neurotic        you can see by the way you’re…