I recently found these. I haven't collected them yet.
Words Battered in a Bar
When your eyes
glazed over
was that you or me?
God knows I
would approve of it
if you knew Gramsci,
And did not readily
confuse him with
the “poet” Versace,
An able man
I guess, but not quite
up to the task
Of leading a charge
through the fire of history,
or humanity’s discontent.
You and I should part
as we arrived and look
for something less contrived.
Love may yet
find us—
outside this dive.
A Laceration Before Dining
I have no
claim to sainthood
and it is true I don’t
like many people much
and occasionally use
such as a crutch
to touch upon the
cruelty of mankind
and whatever else there
is that makes us blind—
and of course I’ll
live with that if
you don’t mind very much—
which reminds me—isn't it
nearly time for lunch?
TS
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