he drank wine all night of the
28th, and he kept thinking of her:
the way she walked and talked and
the way she told him things that s
but were not, and he knew the colo

I was a bum in San Francisco but
to go to a symphony concert along
and the music was good but somethi
audience was not
and something about the orchestra

—he’s a dandy
—small moustache
—usually sucking on a cigar
he tends to lean into cars as he
transacts business

she’s young, she said,
but look at me,
I have pretty ankles,
and look at my wrists, I have pret
wrists

if you’re going to try, go all the
way.
otherwise, don’t even start.
if you’re going to try, go all the
way.

we had goldfish and they circled a
in the bowl on the table near the
covering the picture window and
my mother, always smiling, wanting
to be happy, told me, ‘be happy He

at their best, there is gentleness
some understanding and, at times,
courage
but all in all it is a mass, a glo
have too much.

she reads to me from the New York
which I don’t buy, don’t know
how they get in here, but it’s
something about the Mafia
one of the heads of the Mafia

it was on the 2nd floor on Coronad
I used to get drunk
and throw the radio through the wi
while it was playing, and, of cour
it would break the glass in the wi

at high noon
at a small college near the beach
sober
the sweat running down my arms
a spot of sweat on the table