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He wrote rich, moving, funny, illustrated letters.
He published a book of poetry, "I heard a metallic distance," a small sampling of his prodigious production.
He wrote poems all the time, often sent them to friends. Like his pictures, the poems were thought-out spontaneity.
Poetry In 2005 he wrote "The smarmy side of love" -- That’s it chew it until it gets too pink ask it out take it dancing run a finger over its eyebrows whisper the Bumble Bee Boogie clear the street get out of the way the smarmy side of love is coming to shove you around coming to beat your muscles with feathers dig in get swung wind up undignified and smashed against the rocks Rachmaninoff |
92 I present my hips -- you present yours -- we thunderclap forever Under the coffee table Even though I Walk through the Shadow of your Unclean cupboards, I will fear no weevils. There was an old woman of Corsica Who was given to sucking off horsica. When the time came to lay, El caballo would neigh, And she’d say, "Gimme morsica." 
Deep Forest, 2006 |
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