How funny you are today New York like Ginger Rogers in Swingtime and St. Bridget’s steeple leaning… here I have just jumped out of a b… (I got tired of D-days) and blue…

I wanted to be sure to reach you; though my ship was on the way it g… in some moorings. I am always tyin… and then deciding to depart. In st… at sunset, with the metallic coils…

It’s my lunch hour, so I go for a walk among the hum-colored cabs. First, down the sidewalk where laborers feed their dirty glistening torsos sandwiches

Is it dirty does it look dirty that’s what you think of in the ci… does it just seem dirty that’s what you think of in the ci…

At night Chinamen jump on Asia with a thump while in our willful way we, in secret, play affectionate games and bruise

Lana Turner has collapsed! I was trotting along and suddenly it started raining and snowing and you said it was hailing but hailing hits you on the head

So we are taking off our masks, ar… our mouths shut? as if we’d been p… The song of an old cow is not more… than the vapors which escape one’s… so I pull the shadows around me li…

If I rest for a moment near The… pausing for a liver sausage sandwi… that angel seems to be leading the… and I am naked as a table cloth, m… Close to the fear of war and the s…

The eager note on my door said “C… call when you get in!" so I quickl… a few tangerines into my overnight… straightened my eyelids and should… headed straight for the door. It…

Perhaps it is to avoid some great… as in a Restoration tragedy the he… O for a long sound sleep and so fo… that one flies, soaring above the… veering upward from the pavement a…

I am not a painter, I am a poet. Why? I think I would rather be a painter, but I am not. Well, for instance, Mike Goldberg is starting a painting. I drop in.

It is 12:20 in New York a Friday three days after Bastille day, yes it is 1959 and I go get a shoeshin… because I will get off the 4:19 in… at 7:15 and then go straight to di…