twelve hundred freshman facing front
ancient buildings giant trees
a lottery what could be more fair
from open window in the Union
just a bullhorn and on mittened hand
July 16th: you are number 284
newly released from parents’ grasp
their heavy hopes for us
full dress inspection
no more duck and cover
could this carnage have been silent
what about our daily din
hockey puck slams firedog
purple haze before breakfast
too drunk to walk pissed out window
of the low number one went to Ottawa
fingerprints and bail are on thing
another shot himself in the foot
maybe had a friend do it
might have gone either way
and you number 284 from wine country
up by the Finger Lakes
thrift shop overcoat smoking an Old Gold
the cleft in your chin looked like
a good place to hide till this blew over
you’ve since been tenured
had two wives
won’t get out of the jungle that way
hitched to Hatteras from Providence
series fueled by jack and white crosses
midnight movie Silver Top Diner
just a bullhorn and one mittened hand
governor’s eleventh-hour pardon
a lottery what could be more fair
of the low numbers one went to Ottawa
a good place to hide till this blew over
dear Cliff how did it look from the air