almost dawn
blackbirds on the telephone wire
waiting
as I eat yesterday’s
forgotten sandwich

They are building a house
half a block down
and I sit up here
with the shades down
listening to the sounds,

Bach, I said, he had 20 children.
he played the horses during the da
he f—ed at night
and drank in the mornings.
he wrote music in between.

she died of alcoholism
wrapped in a blanket
on a deck chair
on an ocean
steamer.

majestic, majic
infinite
my little girl is
sun
on the carpet—

I been readin’ you for a long time
I just put Billy Boy to bed,
he got 7 mean ticks from somewhere
I got 2,
my husband, Benny, he got 3.

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

I read a book about John Dos Pas
the book once radical—communist
John ended up in the Hollywood Hi
and reading the
Wall Street Journal

you may not believe it
but there are people
who go through life with
very little
friction or

he said, “I was working in Hollyw
working in Hollywood and he was
the worst: he was too drunk to sta
end of the afternoon and so I had
into a taxi