they don’t make it the beautiful die in flame— suicide pills, rat poison, rope, w… ever... they rip their arms off,

for five years I have been looking across the way at the side of a red apartment hou… there must be people in there even love in there

live alone in a small room and read the newspapers and sleep alone in the dark dreaming of crowds.

terror finally becomes almost bearable but never quite terror creeps like a cat crawls like a cat

in the center of the action you have to lay down like an anima… until it charges, you have to lay down

John F. Kennedy flower knocks upo… shot through the neck; the gladiolas gather by the dozens… India dripping into Ceylon;

you came out, she said, and then you kicked this guy’s car and then you threw yourself into a… you crushed the whole bush,

I don’t beat the walls with my fis… I just sit but it rushes in a tide of it. the woman in the court behind me h…

am sitting on a tin chair outside… death, on stinking wings, wafts th… halls forevermore. remember the hospital stenches fro… was a boy and when I was a man and…

“You ought to try to be like Abe Mortenson,” said my mother, “he gets straight A’s. Why can’t you ever get any A’s?” “Henry is dead on his ass,” said my father. “Sometimes I can’t belie...

I went with two ladies down to Venice to look for antique furniture. I parked in back of the store and went in with them.