keep remembering the horses under the moon keep remembering feeding the horse… sugar white oblongs of sugar

he talks like he writes and he has a face like a dove, unt… externals. little shiver of horror runs throu… about

a poem is a city filled with stree… filled with saints, heroes, beggar… filled with banality and booze, filled with rain and thunder and p… drought, a poem is a city at war,

Jr. high went by quickly enough. About the 8th grade, going into the 9th, I broke out with acne. Many of the guys had it but not like mine. Mine was really terrible. I was the worst cas...

I used to know a dutchman in a Ph… he’d take 3 raw eggs in his beer, 71, still working, strong,

They had this thing called Training Class, and so for 30 minutes each night, anyhow, we didn’t have to stick mail. A big Italiano got up on the lecture platform to tell us where it was....

There was a gang of us down there. 150 or 200. There were tedious papers to fill out. Then we all stood up and faced the flag. The guy who swore us in was the same guy who had sworn me ...

no we can’t we can’t win it I’ve decided we can’t win it just for a while we thought we cou… but that was just for a while

Julio came by with his guitar and… latest song. Julio was famous, he wrote songs a… published books of little drawings… poems.

“I’ve made it,” she said, “I’ve c… through.” she had on new boots, pa… and a white sweater. “I know what… want now.” she was from Chicago an… had settled in L.A.’s Fairfax dis…

3 small boys run toward me blowing whistles and they scream you’re under arrest! you’re drunk!