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she’s young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankles, and look at my wrists, I have pret… wrists
Then some men came around and ripped out every other water– fountain. “Hey, look, what the hell are they doing?” I asked. I was in the 3rd class flat section. I walked over to another c...
I took the envelope home to my mother and handed it to her and walked into the bedroom. My bedroom. The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even ...
lonely as a dry and used orchard spread over the earth for use and surrender. shot down like an ex—pug selling dailies on the corner.
not much chance, completely cut loose from purpose, he was a young man riding a bus
unaccountably we are alone forever alone and it was meant to be that way, was never meant
there is always that space there just before they get to us that space that fine relaxer the breather
sick with the flu drinking beer my radio on loud enough to overcome the sounds of the
he’s a runt he snarls and scratches chases cars groans in his sleep and has a perfect star above each…
the swans drown in bilge water, take down the signs, test the poisons, barricade the cow from the bull,
watch them push the crippled and t… in their wheelchairs on to the electric lift which carries them up into the lon… where each chair is locked down
live alone in a small room and read the newspapers and sleep alone in the dark dreaming of crowds.
I had been sleeping on a terrible mattress with the springs sticking into me for several years. That afternoon when I awakened I pulled the mattress off the bed, dragged it outside, and...
having the low down blues and goin… into a restraunt to eat. you sit at a table. the waitress smiles at you. she’s dumpy. her ass is too big.
I began at 6:18 p.m. and Dave Janko did not begin until 10:36 p.m., so it could have been worse. Having a 10:06 thirty minute lunch, I was usually back by the time he got in. In he’d co...