#AmericanWriters
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.
They had this thing called Training Class, and so for 30 minutes each night, anyhow, we didn’t have to stick mail. A big Italiano got up on the lecture platform to tell us where it was....
they found him walking along the f… all red in front he had taken a rusty tin can and cut off his sexual
it is the man you’ve never seen wh… keeps you going, the one who might arrive someday. he isn’t out on the streets or
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
see this final storm as nothing ve… the world; there are so many more important t… consider. see this final storm as nothing ve…
look there. the one you considered killing you… for. you saw her the other day getting out of her car
in the winter walking on my ceiling my eyes the size of street… I have 4 feet like a mouse but wash my own underwear—bearded and hungover and a hard-on and no lawy…
he has on blue jeans and tennis sh… and walks with two young girls about his age. every now and then he leaps into the air and
They are building a house half a block down and I sit up here with the shades down listening to the sounds,
my goldfish stares with watery eye… into the hemisphere of my sorrow; upon the thinnest of threads we hang together, hang hang hang
there are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades to realize this and most often
My mother went to her low-paying job each morning and my father, who didn’t have a job, left each morning too. Although most of the neighbors were unemployed he didn’t want them to thin...
“your poems about the girls will s… 50 years from now when the girls a… my editor phones me. dear editor: the girls appear to be gone
and so we suck on a cigar and a beer attempting to mend the love