gone, like a sad old candle
for robert creeley
feel sometimes like get-
ting drunk, after all 15
yrs of baffling old sob-
riety’s a long time
i’d perch my-
self on a bar-
stool & leer at
all the women,
sing irish songs
& proclaim my lit-
erary greatness to
all who wd list-
en ( in fact, now
that bob creel-
ey’s blood-
y dead, i’m the
greatest amer-
ican poet a-
live, alas) & then
fall off my
stool
Bill Lambdin: Artist Statement