Later Works: The Untimely Death of a Narrativist


You are the one who raised my begging bowl

Filling it full with fish and fowl

a meal of meaning to behold

for one who had thrown in the towel.



the moleskin pinchers singing highs

notes in their muckshifting game

I will abide and enjoy these cries

brought beyond my sight to flame



wet dreams of a famous rood

washed and spotless to betray

simple songs not simply crude

a gift of choice for a last hooray



no black cat under ladders unlucky night

could bring such good luck out in to the bright.

The Untimely Death of a Narrativist