#Americans
This bed thy center is, these wall… The tarnished, gaudy, wonderful ol… Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye,… That never touch with inarticulate… Those dying generations-at their s…
In Rotterdam I’m going to speak about the state of poetry on a panel with a Pole and a Turk. It’s worth
The happiest moment in a woman’s l… Is when she hears the turn of her… In the lock, and pretends to be as… When he enters the room, trying to… Quiet but clumsy, bumping into thi…
I could stare for hours at her, the woman stepping out of her bath, breasts bare, towel around her waist, before I knew she was you
The sky is crumbling into millions… the wind blows in my face so I duck into my favorite barber… and listen to Vivaldi and look in… reflecting the shopfront windows,…
The grapefruit in the Florida orc… has ripened into a globe in Hartfo… for him to look at, not to eat. If he had a tin can he would beat it as a drummer in a band beats
If you could write down the words moving through a man’s mind as he masturbates you’d have a quick bonus bonk read, I used to think. But words were never adequate
It’s my birtday I’ve got an empty stomach and the desire to be lazy in the hammock and maybe go for a cool swim on a hot day with the trombone in Sinatra’s
His first infidelity was a mistake… As her false pregnancy. Later, th… He was born three months earlier t… On his birth certificate, which ha… A marriage license in his hands.…
He woke up in New York City on V… Speeding. The body in the booth n… Was gone. He had bought her a swe… Said her life wasn’t working he lo… You’re all bent out of shape, accu…
We have too much exhibitionism and not enough voyeurism in poetry we have plenty of bass and not enough treble, more amber beer than the frat boys can drink…
Eighty-one degrees a record high f… which is not my birthday but will… the eleventh of June comes around… what I want: a wide-brimmed Panam… with a tan hatband, a walk in the…
I like walking on streets as black… now, at two in the solemnly musica… in this town emptied of Lestrygoni… is asleep or trying or worrying wh… they aren’t asleep, while unknown…
The old war is over the new one ha… between drivers and pedestrians on… in New York light is the variable… the content according to Rodrigo… self-portraits at the Robert Mill…
No two are identical though they begin from the same point in time the same point in the dream when the radio shuts itself off in the middle of