There are sketches on the walls of
and outside a large green bus swer
insanity sprung from a waving line
says the radio, and Jane Austin,
"I am going to do her portrait on

I see old people on pensions in th
supermarkets and they are thin and
proud and they are dying
they are starving on their feet an
nothing. long ago, among other lie

here they come
these guys
grey truck
radio playing
they are in a hurry

the night I was going to die
I was sweating on the bed
and I could hear the crickets
and there was a cat fight outside
and I could feel my soul dropping

In the betting line the other
day
man behind me asked,
“are you Henry
Chinaski?”

being the German kid in the 20’s i
was difficult.
there was much anti-German feeling
a carry-over from World War 1.
gangs of kids chased me through th

I was standing in line at the bank
when the old fellow in front of me
dropped his glasses (luckily, with
case)
and as he bent over

the history of melancholia
includes all of us.
me, I writhe in dirty sheets
while staring at blue walls
and nothing.

this one teaches
that one lives with his mother
and that one is supported by a red
with the brain of a gnat.
this one takes speed and has been

with an Apple Macintosh
you can’t run Radio Shack program
in its disc drive.
nor can a Commodore 64
drive read a file