The Last Night of the Earth Poems

1. my wrists are rivers my fingers are words jam two toughs my German buddy happy birthday the telphone begging the feel of it the greatest actor of our day days like razors, nights full of rats in and out of the dark be kind the man with the beautiful eyes a strange day Trollius and trellises air and light and time and space the eagle of the heart- bright red car moving toward the 21st century the lady and the mountain lion a laugh a minute hello, Hamsun death is smoking my cigars hock shops hell is a closed door pulled down shade before Aids hunk of rock poetry dinner, such luck flophouse hand-outs waiting those mornings everything you touch car wash the flashing of the odds poetry contest peace the bluebird 2. living too long takes more than time going out the replacements the genius a poet in New York no sale this now in error confession mugged the writer they don't eat like us let me tell you blasted apart with the first breath Elvis lives my buddy in valet parking at the racetrack: see here, you spark the science of physiognomy victory Edward Sbragia wandering in the cage the pack question and answer fan letter hold on, it's a belly laugh finished zero eyeless through space tag up and hold upon this time Downtown Billy 8 count ill only one Cervantes that I have known the dead are you drinking? "D" in the bottom the creative act a suborder of naked buds companion you know and I know and thee know 3. the sun slants in like a golden sword as the odds grow shorter show biz darkness & ice the big ride small cafe washrag sitting with the IBM my buddy, the buddha the interviewers freaky tiem the aliens shock treatment between races splashing darkling Celin with cane and basket no more, no less the lost and the desperate the bully downers get close enough and you can't see the beggars the old horseplayer post time off and on balloons recognized them and us luck was not a lady the editor duck and forget it snapshots at the track x-idol jeat wave we ain't got no money, honey, but we got rain crime and punishment the soldier, his wife and the bum Bonaparte's Retreat flat tire oh, I was a ladies' man! inactive volcano creative writing class cool black air the jackals warm light 4. in the shadow of the rose Dinosauria, we cut while shaving a good job last seat at the end my uncle Jack the area of pause my first computer poem Rossini, Mozart and Shostakovich it's a shame what a writer hangovers they are everywhere war the idiot this rejoinder Hemingway never did this surprise time again young in New Orleans the damnation of Buk Charles the Lion-Hearted within the dense overcast corsage classical music and me transport betrayed torched-out the word shooting the moon in the eye nirvana an invitation batting order: the open canvas in the shadow of the rose