The continual condition: poems

died 9 april 1953

thanks for the luck

my art form

rejected

full circle

continual condition

let's have some fun

to kiss her long dark hair

waste

recess bells of school

wasted profession

strange morning

feeling good in the new neighborhood

this kind of fire

unemployed

tough cob

last race

my soul is gone

theory

mor than ow

dog times

I might get traded

faux pas

about a worried reader of my works:

agnostic

good place

legend

you've seen it on the barstool next to you

never

hot sweaty day in August

news item

comeback

this flag not fondly waving

mannequins

my answer

under the suckerfish sun

I am chastised

fine madness

consistent sort

old movie star

trying to dry out

consummation

before the 7th race

morning after

heavy dogs in cement shoes

down the hatch

tragedy?

listening to the radio at 1:35 a.m.

perfect silence

mirror mirror on the wall

parts dept.

dear editor:

lack of a common interest

I'm upstairs now

as Buddha smiles

what have I seen?

correspondent wrote bitterly:

moving toward age 73:

I saw a tramp last night

mountain of horror

last winter

bent

bayonets in candlelight.