I walked polo ponies.
Porfirio Rubirosa, the pepper mill.
His boss, General Trujillo, the Butcher of
the
The golfing pasture. Benjy in a buckboard.
Jack Warden’s greatest role. Unless it was
Tiresias in Woody Allen’s Mighty Aphrodite.
I watched a lot of movies.
Hooray for
Esther Williams at
Doing a water ballet with Fernando Lamas,
the world’s greatest Mexican. Jonathan Winters.
Or was that Ricardo Montalban? Was that
Robin Williams? Hold still, Marlene.
Grown man fucks shoat.
A poet is supposed to be broke.
A poet is supposed to wind up
in St. Elizabeth’s.
Belles-lettres is
show business.