#Americans #XXCentury
I have lain in bed all day but I have written one poem and I am up now looking out the window and like a novelist might say
he carried a piece of carbon, a blade and a whip and at night he feared his head and covered it with blankets
in the Valkerie Mountains among the strutting peacocks I found a flower as large as my head
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
On Thanksgiving Iris prepared the turkey and put it in the oven. Bobby and Valerie came over for a few drinks but they didn’t stay. It was refreshing. Iris had on another dress, just as...
the house next door makes me sad. both man and wife rise early and go to work. they arrive home in early evening.
listen, he said, you ever seen a b… bucket? no, I told him. well, what happens is that now and… will climb up on top of the others
Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when I was a young man I felt these things were dumb, unsophisticated.
“she shoots up in the neck,” she t… me. I told her to stick it into my ass and she tried and said, “oh oh… and I said, “what the hell’s the m… she said, “nothing, this is New Y…
it’s the same as before or the other time or the time before that. here’s a cock and here’s a cunt
Somehow the money slipped away after that and soon I left the track and sat around in my apartment waiting for the 90 days’ leave to run out. My nerves were raw from the drinking and th...
you consult psychiatrists and phil… when things aren’t going well and whores when they are. the whores are there for young boy… men; to the young boys they say,
you gotta have wars suppose World War One was the bes… really, you know, both sides were… they really had something to fight… they really thought they had somet…
a woman told a man when he got off a plane that I was dead. a magazine printed the fact that I was dead
we are gathered here now to bury her in this poem. she did not marry an unemployed wi… beat her every