when I was in grammar school my parents were poor and in my lunch bag there was only a peanut butter sandwich.

it’s unfortunate, and simply not the style, but I don’t care: girls remind me of hair in the sink, girls remind me of intestines and bladders and excretory movements; it’s unfortunate a...

for five years I have been looking across the way at the side of a red apartment hou… there must be people in there even love in there

the girls are coming home in their… and I sit by the window and watch. there’s a girl in a red dress driving a white car

listen, he said, you ever seen a b… bucket? no, I told him. well, what happens is that now and… will climb up on top of the others

the lilies storm my brain by god by god like nazi storm troopers! do you think I’m going tizzy?

the cops want me to come down and… some guy who tried to rape me. I’ve lost the key to my car again;… the key to open the door but not t… to start it.

to be writing poetry at the age of… like a schoolboy, surely, I must be crazy; racetracks and booze and arguments with the landlord;

what you see is what you see: madhouses are rarely on display. that we still walk about and scratch ourselves and light

wha’, what did you expect? a schoo… some more practical lover filling… I’m a fool and no gentleman: I wa… with Crane in pajamas, but suicide… there’s less and less to kill.

horses running with her miles away laughing with a fool Bach and the hydrogen bomb

I was the last one off the plane and there was Joanna Dover. “Joanna, let’s have a Bloody Mary while we wait for my baggage. Oh hell, I don’t have any baggage. But let’s have a Bloody M...

I would, of course, prefer to be w… instead of with a photograph of an… to the sound of the anvil chorus a… girls kicking high, showing everyt… but I might as well be dead right…