Sonnet After Ted Berrigan: IV
Softer than copper more sweet than song 30% of questions are unanswerable on television Where Peter Parker (dead in the comic books) Doth commit thine riot act, peaceful spine Your poems can't beat up my poems Tie up the city on 285, no more than a circle & Pile-up of would-be lovers. Ted Berrigan Torn from a dream induced by pills. There are many dead fathers, but mine Left unprotected by pills, never smoked A smoke in his life, never spent a dirty dime. Cindy came and we joked. It's 1800 hours Ten times more than degrees in a line so why Are my hands shaking I should know better