Thinking of Kenneth Koch



I used to be blind but now I am deliriously dark.

Uptown subway Manhattan big dog.

She owns our money. Yellow canine loot.

Lucky, she spends it on me.


A blind month—

a pomegranate split–

thirty days of seeds.

A mistake to say more.


Bach lived in a violin case.

The man Bach lived inside the strings.

G string black and fizzy

His preferred we think.