I know but will not tell
you, Aunt Irene, why there
are soap suds in the whiskey:
Uncle Robert had to have
A drink while shaving.

(C) Alan Dugan
04/04/2017


Best Poems of Alan Dugan

• Elegy
• Prison Song
• Nomenclature
• On A Seven-day Diary
• Internal Migration: On Being On Tour
• Plague Of Dead Sharks
• On Looking For Models
• Monologue Of A Commercial Fisherman
• Wall, Cave, And Pillar Statements, After Asoka
• Untitled Poem - I
• Untitled Poem - Ii
• Remembering An Account Executive
• Prayer
• Poem
• On Being A Householder
• On Hurricane Jackson
• Love Song: I And Thou
• Drunken Memories Of Anne Sexton
• Two Quits And A Drum, And Elegy For Drinkers
• Fabrication Of Ancestors
• Swing Shift Blues