1.
(i am so empty.
circus tents
balloon bouquets
grease
paint)
2.
(i walk slowly now.
most pigeons are gray)
3.
(i never look where i'm going.
i know my friends
by the shoes they wear)
4.
(i hang myself on a coat rack.)
(i find it more dignified.)
let's see
ReplyDeletethis one
would've been from
about '85 or '86
\slated for what
was to be my 1st
book of poems:
cruelty in toyland
(instead, by 1990
ReplyDeletei published my book
of secondary poems:
the limits of perfect vision)