#Americans
My mother never heard of Freud and she decided as a little girl that she would call her husband Di… no matter what his first name was and did. He called her Ditty. The…
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
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,…
What is better than leaving a bar in the middle of the afternoon besides staying in it or not having gone into it in the first p… because you had a decent woman to…
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 river brought down dead horses, dead men and military debris, indicative of war or official acts upstream,
The first and last time I met my ex-lover Anne Sexton was at a protest poetry reading against some anti-constitutional war in As… when some academic son of a bitch,
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
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
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…
Now his nose’s bridge is broken, o… will not focus and the other is a… trainers whisper in his mouth whil… listens to itself, clenched like a… generally shadowboxing in a smoky…
I know but will not tell you, Aunt Irene, why there are soap suds in the whiskey: Uncle Robert had to have A drink while shaving.
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…
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