I’ve never been
to heaven
I’ve never been to heaven,

I would enquire of you
The Slinger leaning forward askt
One of the 4 Great Questions

Charlie’s eye was hurt bad and a
spider web of red blood
was dripping from his left face and

how many subway flights to tear away / this terror

I am thinking / of a broken-down blue door / in a flop house.

My little wife suggested that I tell you this story / because she received such pleasure from it, / and I such pleasure in the telling.

O fate, O sad duty, / O mankind, O life, what does it mean?

Eric Dolphy can’t wake up:
the green light’s still burning
by the gate. Pine cones

The fog comes in, flatter
than ever. The air, apparently

is blue somewhere, not here.

Charles Lindbergh never danced with Ginger Rogers.
He wasn’t a comedian even though he was
from Detroit. You’d see him