#Americans
1. ON ASPHALT: NO G… Quarry out the stone of land, cobble the beach, wall surf, name it “street,” allow no ground or green
Nothing is plumb, level, or square… the studs are bowed, the joists are shaky by nature, no piece fits any other piece without a gap or pinch, and bent nails
This is the time of night at the d… when the manager is balancing a nearly empty ketchup bottle upside-down on a nearly full ketch… and spreading his hands slowly awa…
The trees in time have something else to do besides their treeing. What is it. I’m a starving to death man myself, and thirsty, thirsty
I live inside of a machine or machines. Every time one goes off another starts. Why don’t I go outside and sleep on the ground. It is because
Oh I got up and went to work and worked and came back home and ate and talked and went to sle… Then I got up and went to work and worked and came back home
After your first poetry reading I shook hands with you and got a hard-on. Thank you. We know that old trees can not feel a thing
“If you work a body of water and a… you can take fish out of one and c… for the two kinds of survival. The… both kinds are adequate in pleasur… but the hard work and the miseries…
Who knows whether the sea heals or… The wading, wintered pack-beasts o… slough off, in spring, the dead ri… leather detention, the big toe’s y… shines with a natural polish, and…
In order to perfect all readers the statements should he carved on rock walls, on cave walls, and on the sides of pillars so the charm of their instruction can
Speciously individual like a solid piece of spit floating in a cuspidor I dream of free bravery but am a social being.
God, I need a job because I need… Here the world is, enjoyable with… women, ultimate weapons, and class… But if I have no money, then my w… gets mad at me, I can’t drink well…
As an American traveler I have to remember not to get actionably… about the way things are around he… Tomorrow I’ll be a thousand miles… from the way it is around here. I…
The skin ripples over my body like… rearing to escape me. Where could… animal as naked as the one it hate… Once it told me what was happening… who was attacking, who caressing,…
For old Billy Dugan, shot in the… The old wound in my ass has opened up again, but I am past the prodigies of youth’s campaigns, and weep