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big sloppy wounded dog hit by a car and walking toward the curbing making enormous sounds
One night I was assigned to the stool next to Butchner. He didn’t stick any mail. He just sat there. And talked. A young girl came in and sat down at the end of the aisle. I heard Butch...
A month went by. R.A. Dwight, the editor of Dogbite Press wrote and asked me to do a foreword to Keesing’s Selected Poems. Keesing, with the help of his death, was at last going to get ...
the branches break, the birds fall… the whores stand straight, the bombs stack, evening, morning, night, peanutbutter,
each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the front tire,
Bobby’s wife worked two nights a week and when she was gone he got on the telephone. I knew that on Tuesday and Thursday nights he would be lonely. It was Tuesday night when the phone r...
I am driving down Wilton Avenue when this girl of about 15 dressed in tight blue jeans that grip her behind like two hand… steps out in front of my car
I keep thinking it will be outside now waiting for me blue front bumper twisted
it was up in San Francisco after my poetry reading. it had been a nice crowd I had gotten my money I had this place upstairs
they laugh continually even when a board falls down and destroys a face or distorts a
there was a frozen tree that I wan… but the shells came down and in Vegas looking across at a g… at 3:30 in the morning, I died without nails, without a co…
That Tuesday night we were sitting at my place drinking; Tammie, me and her brother, Jay. The phone rang. It was Bobby. “Louie and his wife are down here and she’d like to meet you.” Lo...
I’m in bed. it’s morning and I hear: where are your socks? please get dressed!
he’s a runt he snarls and scratches chases cars groans in his sleep and has a perfect star above each…
she had huge thighs and a very good laugh she laughed at everything and the curtains were yellow and I finished