#AmericanWriters
I awakened to dryness and the fern… the potted plants yellow as corn; my woman was gone and the empty bottles like bled co… surrounded me with their uselessne…
during my worst times on the park benches in the jails or living with whores
was a truly amazing man he pretended to be rich even though we lived on beans and… when we sat down to eat, he said,
don’t undress my love you might find a mannequin: don’t undress the mannequin you might find my love.
the lady has me temporarily off th… and now the pecker stands up better. however, things change overnight— instead of listening to Shostakovi…
some say we should keep personal r… poem, stay abstract, and there is some r… but jezus; twelve poems gone and I don’t keep…
the best often die by their own ha… just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody
by God, I don’t know what to do. they’re so nice to have around. they have a way of playing with the balls
they talk down through the centuries to us, and this we need more and more, the statues and paintings in midnight age
yes, they begin out in a willow, I… the starch mountains begin out in… and keep right on going without re… pumas and nectarines somehow these mountains are like
I had just won $115 from the heads… was naked upon my bed listening to an opera by one of th… and had just gotten rid of a very… when there was a knock upon the wo…
I even hear the mountains the way they laugh up and down their blue sides and down in the water the fish cry
almost dawn blackbirds on the telephone wire waiting as I eat yesterday’s forgotten sandwich
I awaken about noon and go out to… in my old torn bathrobe. I’m hung over hair down in my eyes barefoot
and the sun wields mercy but like a jet torch carried to hi… and the jets whip across its sight and rockets leap like toads, and the boys get out the maps
