...g. As the sun blazes upon the terminal's Scraped concrete The shelved rows of the poor men Hear the sound die on the pavement In a gradual dying echo.... ...t to life; all the tattered people awaken; And a man spits toward the tire of the bus, But misses. And as he watches his own spit vanish From the ha... ...s, But misses. And as he watches his own spit vanish From the hard crest of the world, And silently scrapes his lunch pail against A corner of a met... ... the second bus: Its coolness sedating the skin that Overlaps his troubled mind. His thoughts pull together Like the light, cool flow of the air condi... ...he shadows on the wall and the Passing sounds that are concentrated on her mind One will bring deliverance--only placing the deliverance On him and ye... ...im for the next hours. The letter's impression Writes and rewrites in my mind: Come, my sister calls to our father Like Ronnie's suppositories butti... ... under the sheet, lying flat with the dead moonlight. The Philosophy Of Rita And Herb Staring fixed at the rows Of flowered Wallp...

This book of poetry was first published in 1990