Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Don't Call Me

Debra the suicide bomber
sits on the low wall by the monkey bars
eating a mojito

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

"This from a city of parks and whores?"

Thursdays you'll usually find me at By then
the bagels would have mounted up nicely

--- they've got a blind guy who sorts them,
after a fashion,

while listening to talking books; The Bride

Stripped Bare

was on the other day; embarrassing

doesn't begin to describe it
--- anyway, I just have to gesture with my stick

as I come by the counter

and the bagel-de-jour is plopped on the plate for me.
These days, they say, I've got a bit slow, so

if you do want to talk about some of the old stuff,
it's a good idea to send me a postcard first

with a title, maybe a couple of questions, and a

line diagram outline, like that thumb-print on your throat.

Bernard Lane

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