up in northern California he stood in the pulpit and had been reading for some time he had been reading poems about nature and the goodness

horses running with her miles away laughing with a fool Bach and the hydrogen bomb

I have just spent one—hour—and—a—h… handicapping tomorrow’s card. when am I going to get at the poem… well, they’ll just have to wait

as I go to the escalator young fellow and a lovely young gi… are ahead of me. her pants, her blouse are skintigh… as we ascend

Every route had its traps and only the regular carriers knew of them. Each day it was another god damned thing, and you were always ready for a rape, murder, dogs, or insanity of some s...

we take what we can see— the engines driving us mad, lovers finally hating; this fish in the market staring upward into our minds;

women don’t know how to love, she told me. you know how to love but women just want to leech.

stepped into the wrong end of the… right leg which was bad to begin w… with a tv writer and an actor, som… life to make a sitcom and luckily… day at the track I get a box seat…

in the earliest possible day in the blue-headed noon I will telegraph you a boney hand decorated with

the dead dogs of nowhere bark as you approach another traffic accident. cars one standing on its

keep remembering the horses under the moon keep remembering feeding the horse… sugar white oblongs of sugar

A month went by. R.A. Dwight, the editor of Dogbite Press wrote and asked me to do a foreword to Keesing’s Selected Poems. Keesing, with the help of his death, was at last going to get ...

I don’t beat the walls with my fis… I just sit but it rushes in a tide of it. the woman in the court behind me h…