#AmericanWriters
washed—up, on shore, the old yello… out again I write from the bed as I did last year.
I can see myself now after all these suicide days and n… being wheeled out of one of those… (of course, this is only if I get… by a subnormal and bored nurse
cimen altinda gecen 225 gunden son… kanini emip bitireli epey oldu, ar… bu isler boyle mi oluyor? bu odada hala ask saatlerinin golg… birakip gittiginde asagi yukari he…
Just give me a little atomic bomb Not too mutch just a little Enough to kill a horse in the stre… But there aren’t any horses in the… Enough to knock the flowers from a…
at high noon at a small college near the beach sober the sweat running down my arms a spot of sweat on the table
I pick up the skirt, I pick up the sparkling beads in black, this thing that moved once around flesh,
good weather is like good women— it doesn’t always happen and when it does
almost dawn blackbirds on the telephone wire waiting as I eat yesterday’s forgotten sandwich
when God created love he didn’t he… when God created dogs He didn’t h… when God created plants that was a… when God created hate we had a sta… when God created me He created me
with an Apple Macintosh you can’t run Radio Shack program… in its disc drive. nor can a Commodore 64 drive read a file
at one stage in my life I met a man who claimed to have visited Pound at St. Elizabeths. then I met a woman who not only claimed to have visited
what i liked about e.e. cummings was that he cut away from the holiness of the word and with charm
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
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…
“what?” they say, “you got a computer?” it’s like I have sold out to the enemy. I had no idea so many
