in the slow Mexican air I watched… and they cut off his ear, and his… no more terror than a rock. driving back the next day we stopp… and watched the golden red and blu…

a poem is a city filled with stree… filled with saints, heroes, beggar… filled with banality and booze, filled with rain and thunder and p… drought, a poem is a city at war,

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

you’re a beast, she said your big white belly and those hairy feet. you never cut your nails and you have fat hands

with old cars, especially when you… and drive them for many years a love affair is inevitable: you even learn to accept their little

all of a sudden I’m a painter. a girl from Galveston gives me $50 for a painting of a man holding a candycane while floating in a darkened sky.

she’s young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankl… and look at my wrists, I have pret… wrists my god,

I saw a vacancy sign in the window in front of a rooming-house, had the cabby pull up. I paid him and walked up on the front porch, rang the bell. I had one black eye from the fight, an...

in the afternoon they lean against one another and you can see how much they like the sun.

she came to my place drunk riding a deer up on the front porc… so many women want to save the wor… but can’t keep their own kitchens… but me...

you sit on the couch with me tonight new woman. have you seen the

in the men’s room at the track this boy of about 7 or 8 years old came out of a stall

They are building a house half a block down and I sit up here with the shades down listening to the sounds,