#AmericanWriters
your life is your life don’t let it be clubbed into dank… be on the watch. there are ways out. there is a light somewhere.
beheaded in the middle of the night scratching my sides I am covered with bites kick my white legs out of the shee…
these boys have got class they ought to make kings out of old men rolling cigarettes in rooms small enough
I took my girlfriend to your last poetry reading, she said “yes”, “yes?” I asked. "she`s young and pretty",
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’ll settle for the 6 horse on a rainy afternoon a paper cup of coffee in my hand a little way to go,
saw him sitting in a lobby chair in the Patrick Hotel dreaming of flying fish and he said “hello friend you’re looking good.
the motion of the human heart: strangled over Missouri; sheathed in hot wax in Boston; burned like a potato in Norfolk; lost in the Allegheny Mountains;
Some say we should keep personal r… poem, stay abstract, and there is some r… but jezus; twelve poems gone and I don’t keep…
Not much happened during the rest of her stay. We drank, we ate, we fucked. There were no arguments. We took long drives down along the shore, ate at seafood cafes. I didn’t bother with...
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
he was a good one say 18, 19, marine and every time woman came down the train aisle
don’t worry about rejections, pard… I’ve been rejected before. sometimes you make a mistake, taki… the wrong poem
half-past nowhere alone in the crumbling tower of myself stumbling in this the
This babe in the grandstand with dyed red hair kept leaning her breasts against me and talking about Gardena poker parlors