railroad yard in San Jose I wandered desolate in front of a tank factory and sat on a bench near the switchman’s shack.
If you want to learn how to medita… I’ll tell you now ’cause it’s neve… I’ll tell you how ’cause I can’t… it’s just that great that it’s nev… If you are an old fraud like me
In nineteen hundred forty-nine China was won by Mao Tse-tung Chiang Kai Shek’s army ran away They were waiting there in Thaila… Supported by the CIA
The weight of the world is love. Under the burden of solitude, under the burden
Last nite I dreamed of T.S. Elio… welcoming me to the land of dream Sofas couches fog in England Tea in his digs Chelsea rainbows curtains on his windows, fog seepi…
Sometimes when my eyes are red I go up on top of the RCA Buildi… and gaze at my world, Manhattan— my buildings, streets I’ve done fe… lofts, beds, coldwater flats
What do I want in these rooms pap… How much can I make by cutting my… bathe my body reeking of masturbat… dried in employment bureaus, magaz… cloakrooms of the smiling gods of…
When I die I don’t care what happens to my bo… throw ashes in the air, scatter 'e… bury an urn in Elizabeth New Jers… But l want a big funeral
I’m delighted by the velocity of m… of Lower East Side Delighted by skyscrapers rising th… 84th Street Delighted by inflation that drives…
I came home and found a lion in my… Rushed out on the fire escape scre… Two stenographers pulled their bru… I hurried home to Patterson and s… Called up old Reichian analyst
At gauzy dusk, thin haze like ciga… ribbons past Chrysler Building’s… tapering delicately needletopped,… taller antenna filmed milky lit am… black and white apartmenting veil’…
I —A Pleasant Afternoon for Michael Brownstein and Dick… One day 3 poets and 60 ears sat un… tauqua tent in Aurora listening to Black spirituals, tap…
The flower in the glass peanut bot… kitchen crooked to take a place in… the closet door opened, because I… kindly stayed open waiting for me,… I began to feel my misery in palle…
I hope my good old asshole holds o… 60 years it’s been mostly OK Tho in Bolivia a fissure operatio… survived the altiplano hospital— a little blood, no polyps, occasio…
Whom bomb? We bomb’d them! Whom bomb? We bomb’d them! Whom bomb?