#1973 #AmericanWriters #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame #CrucifixInADeathhand
a woman told a man when he got off a plane that I was dead. a magazine printed the fact that I was dead
by God, I don’t know what to do. they’re so nice to have around. they have a way of playing with the balls
I have lain in bed all day but I have written one poem and I am up now looking out the window and like a novelist might say
it was Philly and the bartender sa… what and I said, gimme a draft, J… got to get the nerves straight, I’… going to look for a job. you, he s… a job?
One morning about 10 a.m. the phon… I recognized the voice and began t… “Yes, yes, Miss Graves, but go on… “So therefore we have notified the… “And you are scheduled to throw yo…
dumb, Jesus Christ, some people are so dumb you can hear them splashing around
he sat naked and drunk in a room o… night, running the blade of the kn… under his fingernails, smiling, th… of all the letters he had received telling him that
remember, he told me, that when I… years old my mother was always tak… to the doctor and saying, “he hasn… she was always asking me, “have yo… pooped?”
the wind blows hard to night and it’s a cold wind and I think about the boys on the row. hope some of them have a bottle
and the sun wields mercy but like a jet torch carried to hi… and the jets whip across its sight and rockets leap like toads, and the boys get out the maps
believe in earning one’s own way but I also believe in the unexpect… gift and it is a wondrous thing when a woman who has read your wor…
I was shacked with a 24 year old girl from New York City for two weeks—about the time of the garbage
I awaken about noon and go out to… in my old torn bathrobe. I’m hung over hair down in my eyes barefoot
when you’re young a pair of female high-heeled shoes just sitting
see this poem? was written without drinking. don’t need to drink to write.