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sit on this bench and look at the sea and the freaks and the lovers. need new eyes a new mouth new pillows, a new woman.
love, he said, gas kiss me off kiss my lips kiss my hair my fingers
16 years old during the depression I’d come home drunk and all my clothing— shorts, shirts, stockings—
I used to know a dutchman in a Ph… he’d take 3 raw eggs in his beer, 71, still working, strong,
the strong men the muscle men there they sit down at the beach cocoa tans
the essence of the belly like a white balloon sacked is disturbing like the running of feet on the stairs
red hair real she whirled it and she asked “is my ass still on?”
At 3:30 a.m. my twelve hours were… I set the alarm so that I would b… “What happened, Hank? We thought… “I’m quitting.” “Quitting?” “Yes, you can’t blame a man for wa…
too much too little too fat too thin or nobody.
around 2 a.m. in my small room after turning off the poem machine for now
cigarettes wetted with beer from the night before you light one gag open the door for air
the lilies storm my brain by god by god like nazi storm troopers! do you think I’m going tizzy?
there’s Barry in his ripped walkin… he’s on Thorazine is 24 looks 38 lives with his mother in the same
and so we suck on a cigar and a beer attempting to mend the love
the critics now have me drinking champagne and driving a BMW and also married to a socialite from