3 small boys run toward me blowing whistles and they scream you’re under arrest! you’re drunk!

On Thanksgiving Iris prepared the turkey and put it in the oven. Bobby and Valerie came over for a few drinks but they didn’t stay. It was refreshing. Iris had on another dress, just as...

I keep thinking it will be outside now waiting for me blue front bumper twisted

here I am in the ground my mouth open and

my mother, father and I walked to the market once a week for our government relief food: cans of beans, cans of

she writes continually like a long nozzle spraying the air,

vain vanilla ladies strutting while van Gogh did it to himself. girls pulling on silk hose

and the sun wields mercy but like a jet torch carried to hi… and the jets whip across its sight and rockets leap like toads, and the boys get out the maps

I took Tammie. We got there a little early and went to a bar across the street. We got a table. “Now don’t drink too much, Hank. You know how you slur your words and miss your lines whe...

in the winter walking on my ceiling my eyes the size of street… I have 4 feet like a mouse but wash my own underwear—bearded and hungover and a hard-on and no lawy…

sitting in a dark bedroom with 3 j… female. brown paper bags filled with trash… everywhere. is one-thirty in the afternoon.

I took my girlfriend to your last poetry reading, she said “yes”, “yes?” I asked. "she`s young and pretty",

we have everything and we have not… and some men do it in churches and some men do it by tearing butt… in half and some men do it in Palm Spring…