It’s never quite right, he said, t… the way the music sounds, the way… written. It’s never quite right, he said, a… taught, all the loves we chase, al…

this fear of being what they are: dead. at least they are not out on the s… are careful to stay indoors, those pasty mad who sit alone before the…

during my worst times on the park benches in the jails or living with whores

yes, they begin out in a willow, I… the starch mountains begin out in… and keep right on going without re… pumas and nectarines somehow these mountains are like

call it the greenhouse effect or w… but it just doesn’t rain like it u… I particularly remember the rains… depression era. there wasn’t any money but there w…

you may not believe it but there are people who go through life with very little friction or

the illusion is that you are simpl… reading this poem. the reality is that this is more than a poem.

Making love in the sun, in the mor… in a hotel room above the alley where poor men poke for bottles; making love in the sun

To give life you must take life, and as our grief falls flat and ho… upon the billion—blooded sea I pass upon serious inward—breakin… with white—legged, white—bellied r…

out of the arm of one love and into the arms of another I have been saved from dying on th… by a lady who smokes pot writes songs and stories