PROGNOSIS

Death will likely come for me

Cackling and joking

(On his face a hunter's leer)

And find me finally

With a cigarette smoking

And a can of cold cheap beer.

PHILOSOPHICAL QUESTION

Why is it that man is so

Given over to pondering?

Isi it because there is or is not

An ultimate yondering?

THE LOOSE TOOTH

Like an old Amsterdam whore

In a dockside red-lit window,

All bawdy wink and leer and giggle,

It says to the passing tongue,

"Hey there, sailor, lighten up--

Come on over and give me a jiggle."