Moments Of "I like peons who have poetry who make lives." Accelerat

ion

APPLAUSE!

Square dance caller

words without

thought.

Bothends burning

Candle speak

cut down middle

two

don't light them

together

very often.

Names borrow themselves

for people from the sky

slam into traffic dividers

gives them back

Parame-dics

wrong right hand

corner

six blocks certain

detour death

Minutes ticking.

Feeling so good I can't stand it.

Firetrucks.

Poems make prose.

Prose follows poetry.

Leaders'-keepers.

For -K

Soft-Cover

poems soft

covered

with needs to hide

scraping painful

concrete walls

raw fingernails

long-ago gone

realize(d)

no need to

escape.

So Poor

Picking pennies copper

driven over by cars I doorways lost

in sofa recesses drawers turned out

ransacked carpet edges

checked : One fifty four…

not enough muffin coffee refrigerator

empty as empty's be.

Consider beggin' last sixty-one cents.

In Tunesia… (mind's eye)

I have $1.54

Kingdoms!

Walk regal to corner

The usual? No; just coffee this morning.

Wave a dollar bill.

Keep the change / you wanna try my banana bread? Still

experimental / hot.

Love to.

Never too poor 2

feel rich.