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So gramps wrote Joyce a big check and there we were. We rented a little house up on a hill, and then Joyce got this stupid moralistic thing. “We both ought to get jobs,” Joyce said, “to...
terrible arguments. and, at last, lying peacefully on her large bed which is spread in red with cool patterns o…
it was Philly and the bartender sa… what and I said, gimme a draft, J… got to get the nerves straight, I’… going to look for a job. you, he s… a job?
she only fucks the ones she doesn’… to marry. to the others she says you’ve got to marry me. or maybe she just fucks the ones s…
they laugh continually even when a board falls down and destroys a face or distorts a
Not much happened during the rest of her stay. We drank, we ate, we fucked. There were no arguments. We took long drives down along the shore, ate at seafood cafes. I didn’t bother with...
I stop my car at the signal I see her walking past the graveya… as she walks past the iron fence I can see through the iron fence and I see the headstones
shot in the eye shot in the brain shot in the ass shot like a flower in the dance amazing how death wins hands down
at the window I watch a man with a power mower the sounds of his doing race like flies and bees
the waste of words continues with a stunning persistence as the waiter runs by carrying the… tray
Meanwhile, there was still Joyce, and her geraniums, and a couple of million if I could hang on. Joyce and the flies and the geraniums. I worked the night shift, 12 hours, and she pawed...
like in a chair the color of the s… as you listen to lazy piano music and the aircraft overhead are not at war. where the last drink is as good as
the illusion is that you are simpl… reading this poem. the reality is that this is more than a poem.
never even in calmer times have I ever dreamed of bicycling through that
escape from the black widow spider is a miracle as great as art. what a web she can weave slowly drawing you to her she’ll embrace you