When your left arm twitches
it’s like sunlight on sugar
to me and my tongue seeks

talked to my father again a dream he seemed happy
perhaps a little older than the last time       told me
he had discovered something called “le jazz hot” 

A fragment
A fragment
from a North

Like the stars
I’ve been wandering alot

A paper chair

The stars flow beneath the water
The clouds freeze or collapse
In laughter, lure like a pledge

I was a young pilot in World War I, remember?
do you know the feeling of an airplane crashing the water’s edge?

we’ve just traveled 600 miles, and the only person

Life is beautiful.             However
The only truly human, American expressions
                           of its staggering rich moments

“Have a lot of folks over for dinner and walk”
Thus spoke Gertrude Stein bellyaching about Manhood.

Fashionable windiness to gear sworn statements into hungry keys

Gee, You’re so Beautiful That It’s Starting to Rain

Oh, Marcia,
I Want your long blonde beauty

no one to dine with
no one to smoke with