be gentle

Very

hazardous this

poetry writing


be gentle

with

my thoughts

Write a good poem
paste it on the
wall and
smile at
it for an hour

What kind of religion
is that?

ain't had
nobody
in so long
to share
my poetry with
it
just sits
here in this
book playing itself over
and over
like a broken
record
left to itself
while a couple
makes some
love

OB. 1

Face on the window
pain

the world outside asks its

question do i know it hears my

answer



OB. 2

"It takes no imagination to write
these poems," she said.

"Imagine that," said I.



OB. 3

Morning dawn
calling
evening minds falling
CRASH



OB. 4

Numbering poems
to throw at the wall
thick
and sicken it



OB. 5

Still in bed thinking
Have all the candle poems
been written?

It's not fair.