To give life you must take life,
and as our grief falls flat and hollow
upon the billion-blooded sea
I pass upon serious inward-breaking shoals rimmed
...
it was on the 2nd floor on Coronado Street
I used to get drunk
and throw the radio through the window
while it was playing, and, of course,
...
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day
and the best at murder are those who preach against it
...
waiting for death
like a cat
that will jump on the
bed
...
As the poems go into the thousands you
realize that you've created very
little.
...
I awaken about noon and go out to get the mail
in my old torn bathrobe.
I'm hung over
hair down in my eyes
...
I even hear the mountains
the way they laugh
up and down their blue sides
and down in the water
...
she died of alcoholism
wrapped in a blanket
on a deck chair
on an ocean
...
at the track today,
Father's Day,
each paid admission was
entitled to a wallet
...