#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
don’t ever get the idea I am a poe… at the racetrack any day half drun… betting quarters, sidewheelers and… but let me tell you, there are som… who go where the money goes, and s…
you know what Li Po said when ask… Artist or Rich? I’d rather be Rich,” he replied,… sitting on the doorsteps of the Rich.”
This will refer to the letter addressed to you dated August 17, 1969, proposing your suspension without pay for three days or other disciplinary action, based on Charge No. 1 specified ...
she reads to me from the New York… which I don’t buy, don’t know how they get in here, but it’s something about the Mafia one of the heads of the Mafia
Each night as I got ready to go on in, Joyce had my clothing laid out on the bed. Everything was the most expensive money could buy. I never wore the same pair of pants, the same shirt,...
I used to take the back off the telephone and stuff it with ra… and when somebody knocked I wouldn’t answer and if they pers… I’d tell them in terms vulgar
I stop my car at the signal I see her walking past the graveya… as she walks past the iron fence I can see through the iron fence and I see the headstones
sway with me, everything sad— madmen in stone houses without doors, lepers steaming love and song frogs trying to figure
Fay was pregnant. But it didn’t change her and it didn’t change the post office either. The same clerks did all the work while the miscellaneous crew stood around and argued about sport...
outside my window Sunday. I am eating a grapefruit. church is over at the… Orthodox to the west.
lonely as a dry and used orchard spread over the earth for use and surrender. shot down like an ex—pug selling dailies on the corner.
feet of cheese coffeepot soul hands that hate poolsticks eyes like paperclips I prefer red wine
it was up in San Francisco after my poetry reading. it had been a nice crowd I had gotten my money I had this place upstairs
oh, how worried they are about my soul! I get letters the phone rings... “are you going to be all right?”
think of the beds used again and again to fuck in to die in. in this land