I still get letters in the mail, m
men in tiny rooms with factory job
living with whores or no woman at
booze and madness.
Most of their letters are on lined

starving there, sitting around the
and at night walking the streets f
hours,
the moonlight always seemed fake
to me, maybe it was,

dumb,
Jesus Christ,
some people are so dumb
you can hear them
splashing around

majestic, majic
infinite
my little girl is
sun
on the carpet—

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

this time has finished me.
I feel like the German troops
whipped by snow and the communists
walking bent
with newspapers stuffed into

I reached up into the top of the c
and took out a pair of blue pantie
and showed them to her and
asked “are these yours?”

once
we were young
at this
machine. . .
drinking

when God created love he didn’t he
when God created dogs He didn’t h
when God created plants that was a
when God created hate we had a sta
when God created me He created me

I had just won $115 from the heads
was naked upon my bed
listening to an opera by one of th
and had just gotten rid of a very
when there was a knock upon the wo