PREMONITIONS

I’d always play it—

By my hunches and like

That’s why I was still

Alive today, I told him

Dick shrugged but—

Didn’t believe me

Like having a built-in

Radar sensing trouble

Premonitions of what—

Was gonna happen and

Lotsa prevarications

About the Clutter thing

Dick would just smile—

Wearing a kid’s grin and

Say “That’s okay, honey,

Everything will work out”

FLOYD WELLES

But Dick was just—

Another Witness like

Floyd Welles, both of

Them should be dead

Dick would come up—

With these stupid kinds

Of Propositions that I

Always would fall for

His sullen bravura—

Moody, lop-sided face

Hard not to look at &

Wanna kiss at night

“I’m normal,” Dick said—

“I only dream about blond

Chicken chicks, speaking of

Which I need it really bad”