Must be there Friday
Song of Saucepans
Leaving the Kids Alone
The children have brought a turtle to show and tell
Tommy is three and when he's bad the wall hits him
He turned and waved. He was a year and one month.
A Poet to Spain
Becoming, at last, a bee
His momentum was unadulterated by knowledge
Never in all my life have i seen, as handsome a rat as you
My rivals house is peopled with many surfaces
Pleasure slips from memory, becomes...
The two young ones fed, bathed, zippered, read to, and sung to, asleep.
A child wearing a dead soldier's helmet
Composed in the tower before his execution
Listen Carefully
The rest is inexpressible, beyond what can be recorded
Time now to stretch on the sofa, time for a cigarette
Gardening in the tropics, you never know
because I come from the Wet Indies, certain people in England seem to think I is expert on palm trees
Trapped in a dismal marsh
The moon shines, dangerously clear
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