#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
cleaned my place the other day first time in ten years and found 100 rejected poems: fastened them all to a clipboard much bad reading.
terror finally becomes almost bearable but never quite terror creeps like a cat crawls like a cat
red hair real she whirled it and she asked “is my ass still on?”
Then I was called down to personnel at the old Federal Build– ing. They let me sit the usual 45 minutes or hour and one half. The man walked me back to a desk. There sat this woman. She...
I go to pick her up. she’s on some errand. she always has errands many things to do. I have nothing to do.
the strong men the muscle men there they sit down at the beach cocoa tans
A couple of nights later Becker walked in. I guess my parents gave him my address or he located me through the college. I had my name and address listed with the employment division at ...
he’s 17 . mother, he said, how do I crack an egg? all right, she said to me, you don… sit there looking like that.
Our English teacher, Miss Gredis, was the absolute best. She was a blonde with a long sharp nose. Her nose wasn’t much good but you didn’t notice it when you looked at the rest of her. ...
not much chance, completely cut loose from purpose, he was a young man riding a bus
the wind blows hard to night and it’s a cold wind and I think about the boys on the row. hope some of them have a bottle
One day, just like in grammar school, like with David, a boy attached himself to me. He was small and thin and had almost no hair on top of his head. The guys called him Baldy. His real...
the telephone has not been kind of… of late there have been more and m… from people who want to come over… from people who are depressed from people who are lonely
the drifting of the mind. the slow loss, the leaking away. one’s demise is not very interesti… from my bed I watch 3 birds throug… one coal black, one dark brown, th…
don’t worry about rejections, pard… I’ve been rejected before. sometimes you make a mistake, taki… the wrong poem