Prometheus Martyred

"Sometimes at the end Of a long day All you have is an ashtray Spilling over with butts An aching knee Drowsy eyes and mind. All the late night calls To people you don’t know Anymore Have been made You..."

"A Good Hard Rain I hope it’s raining on a barbecue somewhere Or on a French terrace filled with cats Or the last place I saw a good movie I hope the rain is cold and hard on the rooftops Where the ri..."

"If a Father Be a Thing of Substance My earliest memory is of you At the kitchen table With coffee and a paper. My freshman tragedy is Not you Sitting at that ugly kitchen table. What madness..."

"Familiar Faces She’s the mother of two angels She looks good in black. Has a 200 $ a day crack habit And sleeps with Benjamin Franklin. Hangs out on the streets at night. Can’t keep her ass out of ja..."

"Whitmans World The Leaves have been replaced by discarded hamburger wrappers and bits of newspaper misery. The fields where someone elses children played, the tree-lined roads to happy places,..."

"I try so often these days to force poetry as if poetry were a bowel movement. It is constipation that kills poets eventually. I walk up to the drug counter a jittery-bottle-blonde tries to a..."