Letter to my Brother Frank
and
Dictation For A Dictator

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A Smile
I have a SEED
Somewhere within I am
Hugo
Letter to My Brother Frank
Dictation for a Dictator
An Open Door; Heed It
Toast to You
Gleaming Eyes
Said Ken to Me
Count to Satan
Loneliness
Reflective Voyage
Pick up the Pail
Death Today
Quick Life
Old Man's Whistle
God Is:
Each Season
As If Infinity
One Hears the Tune
Have I forgotten Jesus?
Signed to my Sister
Brain Damage
Church Description
Den
Death in a Jungle
Ten Lines
Nature's Law
It's Still Sad
The Flea Tree
Gain or Lose
Going Away from Here
Nightmare
Talking about People
Towns and their People
Dear, Dear, Dearest
Population
Top Line
Mountains Reach
Upon these Grounds
A Ship?
Let the Timbers Shake
Wladyshaw
Winds of Fate
Sweet Young Girl
Fingers of Nature
The Lord Spoke
The Celtic Told Me
Mary
Poem to Pat
A Free Man
Poem


We're all going to meet in the bar,
to drink and forget some things as they are,
to see the bad things from out afar.

Beads of a dark world beckon us in,
Dreams of a past world growing so dim,
True to our joy world, be it not sin.

We're off to see our friendly foe,
to you, Frank; to me, Joe.

Frank, my youngest brother, 1953 - 1988. Died in a car accident
along with his wife and daughter, one daughter survivied.

Dictation For A Dictator

Reservation for a dictator, a person astute and brave,
All the comforts of home for him, and all arrangements made.
The room jusy right to sway his mind, sway from wars of his day,
With tapestry and bright lights, a floor of softest clay.
Food from four corners of the world; bread, cake, and wine.
Pastries for him to eat, or just to look at and pine.
Music sweet and honoring too, music of his flag.
And, of course, plenty of women so he can feel quite stag.
Very few calls and visitors to harass the master's mind.
All was arranged and all must match perfect time.
And just above the floor it stands: a window open against the night,
A passage of fresh air and darkened sights.
And we hope as the dictator eats his bread,
A bullet from there will strike his head.