once starving in Philadelphia I had a small room it was evening going into night and I stood at my window on the 3r…

there are many single women in the… with one or two or three children and one wonders where the husbands have gone or where the lovers have gone

red face Texas and age he’s at an L.A. racetrack

I didn’t have any friends at school, didn’t want any. I felt better being alone. I sat on a bench and watched the others play and they looked foolish to me. During lunch one day I was a...

cleaned my place the other day first time in ten years and found 100 rejected poems: fastened them all to a clipboard much bad reading.

at exactly 12:00 midnight 1973-74 Los Angeles it began to rain on the palm leaves outside my window

the motion of the human heart: strangled over Missouri; sheathed in hot wax in Boston; burned like a potato in Norfolk; lost in the Allegheny Mountains;

at the track today, Father’s Day, each paid admission was entitled to a wallet and each contained a

do not b other the beagle lying th… away from grass and flowers and pa… dreaming dogdreams, or perhaps dre… nothing, as men do awake; yes, leave him be, in that simple…

absolutely sesamoid said the skeleton shoving his chalky foot upon my desk, and that was it,

she writes continually like a long nozzle spraying the air,

the house next door makes me sad. both man and wife rise early and go to work. they arrive home in early evening.

the bulls are grand as the side of… and although they kill them for th… it is the bull that burns the fire… and although there are cowardly bu… there are cowardly matadors and co…