Buck D.

Working from the nation's capital, buck d is a mail/postcard

artist/poet, mostly poet from what I've seen, who distributes his

little mozartian delicacies in the form of the occasional postcard.

Ask to be put on his mailing list at buck d, box 53318, Washington,

DC, 20009. Well worth the effort.

(when) my candy

apple snaps

for Gary "U.S." Bonds

how she loves her

little man. with

the short-arms at

her sides; how he

gets closer to

the plate but he

never reaches

home. digging in

the bucket and then

knocks the bat right

out of his hands.

too hard for just

another wake

up call, what it

is like, to re

member from the

pictures, or for

get, semi home

and life without

a sound, seat back

from all over.

like a story how

she caught it and

it came from no

where and now where

else could it be

but right up in

side, up close, and

all over.

New Personal Problem XLI//black velvet

wholesome powdered breasts

of the milk-weed plant I confess

I surrender all

visibly reeking

of plant life &

its attributes

automatic

narration of the sleep

and dreams of righteousness

who wouldn't rather get up

AIRBORNE

BLUECROSS

BABYSNAKES

making heritage

pretty dubious

half a mind

brighter than none,

what brings

the necessary

darkness

the entire mind

is unbalanced for good.

li po shot

the moon in

an old boat

he got

off on

the river.

the barge went on

w/out him in it.

the light made a wad on the water--

buck d