I don't know exactly
is it properly "mum"
all around the Texas panhandle the storms give their lectures
The blue-finned tuna speaks from its diaphragm
I hoarded my Friday afternoons
Write and then drink
I'd get in the freight elevator
A boy holding in a bag a human leg
it would bump into the world like a tuning bell
I wanted a lot of comp time
talk about being excited
James Schuyler on eggs with a side of hash browns . . .
then football season would end