she’s young, she said,
but look at me,
I have pretty ankles,
and look at my wrists, I have pret
wrists

you won’t see them often
for wherever the crowd is
they
are not.
those odd ones, not

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

she was a short one
getting fat and she had once been
beautiful and
she drank the wine
she drank the wine in bed and

I read that he lost a suitcase ful
train and that they never were rec
I can’t match the agony of this
but the other night I wrote a 3—pa
upon this computer

the words have come and gone,
I sit ill.
the phone rings, the cats sleep.
Linda vacuums.
I am waiting to live,

your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is a light somewhere.

never
even in calmer times
have I ever
dreamed of
bicycling through that

the goldfish sing all night with g
and the whores go down with the st
the whores go down with the stars
I’m sorry, sir, we close at 4:30,
besides yr mother’s neck is dirty,

at one stage in my life
I met a man who claimed to have
visited Pound at St. Elizabeths.
then I met a woman who not only
claimed to have visited