#AmericanWriters
I can see myself now after all these suicide days and n… being wheeled out of one of those… (of course, this is only if I get… by a subnormal and bored nurse
around 2 a.m. in my small room after turning off the poem machine for now
the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break
absolutely sesamoid said the skeleton shoving his chalky foot upon my desk, and that was it,
one of the terrible things is really being in bed night after night with a woman you no longer
John F. Kennedy flower knocks upo… shot through the neck; the gladiolas gather by the dozens… India dripping into Ceylon;
remember, he told me, that when I… years old my mother was always tak… to the doctor and saying, “he hasn… she was always asking me, “have yo… pooped?”
the illusion is that you are simpl… reading this poem. the reality is that this is more than a poem.
nobody goes downtown anymore the plants and trees have been cut… Pershing Square the grass is brown and the street preachers are not a…
think of de vils in hell and stare at a beautiful vase of flowers as the woman in my bedroom
the essence of the belly like a white balloon sacked is disturbing like the running of feet on the stairs
my father was a practical man. he had an idea. you see, my son, he said, I can pay for this house in my lif… then it’s mine.
we were in bed and she started to fight: “you son of a bitch! you just wait… I’ll get you!” I began laughing:
Upon awakening I got up and used Joanna’s toothbrush, drank a couple of glasses of water, washed my hands and face and got back into bed. Joanna turned around and my mouth found hers. M...
invent yourself and then reinvent… don’t swim in the same slough. invent yourself and then reinvent… and stay out of the clutches of medioc…