
The Man Who Jumped from Bridges
Yes it’s
true I
jumped from
the Golden
Gate Bridge
six times.
Which explains
my disfigured
body the
way I
dance &
why sometimes
I burst
out laughing
on crowded
elevators.

Yes it’s
true I
jumped from
the Golden
Gate Bridge
six times.
Which explains
my disfigured
body the
way I
dance &
why sometimes
I burst
out laughing
on crowded
elevators.
Filed under poems & short jabs

People have
tried making
sense of
life by
creating
alphabets.
Whole nations
& cultures
have
done it.
Alphabets,
the tapeworm
of war.
Alphabets
invent meaning,
invent God,
conjure
manifestoes &
hit lists.
Alphabets dress
us like
scarecrows &
send us
marching in
circles.
Filed under poems & short jabs

Think twice
about choosing
the middle
ground.
It’s a
vast savanna
where
lions roam.
Filed under poems & short jabs

Ever since
the mid
60s when
I dropped
out of
the University
of Munich
started Vagabond
Press &
wrote The
Night of
the Great
Butcher my
life has
been a
secret
ongoing myth,
much
of it
played out
in this
high-mountain
valley.
I look
out over
the valley
from my
hilltop
at the
end
of a
fall day
with a
growing sense
of finality
& bruised
accomplishment.
Filed under poems & short jabs

With the
right pair
of boots
you can
walk all
over anyone.
Filed under poems & short jabs