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women don’t know how to love, she told me. you know how to love but women just want to leech.
in the men’s room at the track this boy of about 7 or 8 years old came out of a stall
red hair real she whirled it and she asked “is my ass still on?”
the illusion is that you are simpl… reading this poem. the reality is that this is more than a poem.
she was sitting in the window of room 1010 at the Chelsea in New York, Janis Joplin’s old room. it was 104 degrees
the Mexican dancer shook her fans… me and her ass at me, I didn’t ask her to and my woman got mad and ran out of th… it began raining and you could hea…
is the slim tall ear-ringed bedroom damsel dressed in a long gown
my friend William is a fortunate m… he lacks the imagination to suffer he kept his first job his first wife can drive a car 50,000 miles
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 am watching a girl dressed in a light green sweater, blue shorts,… there is a necklace of some sort but her breasts are small, poor th… and she watches her nails
the Egyptians loved the cat were often entombed with it instead of with the women and never with the dog but now
this time has finished me. I feel like the German troops whipped by snow and the communists walking bent with newspapers stuffed into
this kid used to teach at Kansas… then they moved him out he went to a bean factory then he and his wife moved to the… she got a job and worked while
I was coming home from classes down Westview hill. I never had any books to carry. I passed my exams by listening to the class lectures and by guessing at the answers. I never had to cr...
he talks like he writes and he has a face like a dove, unt… externals. little shiver of horror runs throu… about