I used to know a dutchman in a Ph… he’d take 3 raw eggs in his beer, 71, still working, strong,

we take what we can see— the engines driving us mad, lovers finally hating; this fish in the market staring upward into our minds;

there are beasts in the salt shake… and airdromes in the coffeepot. my mother’s hand is in the bag dra… and from the backs of spoons come the cries of tiny tortured animals…

see this poem? was written without drinking. don’t need to drink to write.

in the slow Mexican air I watched… and they cut off his ear, and his… no more terror than a rock. driving back the next day we stopp… and watched the golden red and blu…

Markov claims I am trying to stab his soul but I’d prefer his wife. put my feet on the coffee table and he says,

vain vanilla ladies strutting while van Gogh did it to himself. girls pulling on silk hose

One night I was assigned to the stool next to Butchner. He didn’t stick any mail. He just sat there. And talked. A young girl came in and sat down at the end of the aisle. I heard Butch...

people went into vacant lots and pulled up greens to cook and the men rolled Bull Durham or smoked Wings (10 a pack) and the dogs were thin and the cats were thin and the cats learned h...

no we can’t we can’t win it I’ve decided we can’t win it just for a while we thought we cou… but that was just for a while

I took it home, opened the beer, got into bed and began. It started well. It was about how Janko had lived in small rooms and starved while trying to find a job. He had trouble with the...