1. for they had things to say
evening class, 20 years later
near a plate glass window
too near the slaughterhouse
stranger in a strange city
you might as well kiss your ass goodbye
no more of those young men
don't worry, baby, I'll get it
the telephone message machine
that nice girl who came in to change the sheets
an agreement on Tchaikovsky
love song to the woman I saw Wednesday at the racetrack
man mowing the lawn across the way from me
I also like to look at ceilings
what made you lose your inspiration?
another poem about a drunk and then I'll let you go
I live in a neighborhood of murder
you can't force your way through the eye of the needle
my faithful Indian servant
another one of my critics
fingernails; nostrils; shoelaces
after receiving a contributor's copy
you write many poems about death
looking at the cat's balls
on beer cans and sugar cartons
the sorry history of myself
a most dark night in April
