the acute and terrible air hangs w… as summer birds mingle in the bran… and warble and mystify the clamor of the mind… an old parrot

16 years old during the depression I’d come home drunk and all my clothing— shorts, shirts, stockings—

I looked for a job all summer and couldn’t find one. Jimmy Hatcher caught on at an aircraft plant. Hitler was acting up in Europe and creating jobs for the unemployed. I had been with J...

I was glad I had money in the Sav… Friday afternoon hungover I didn’t have a job I was glad I had money in the Sav… I didn’t know how to play a guitar

drunk and writing poems at 3 a.m. what counts now is one more tight

at exactly 12:00 midnight 1973-74 Los Angeles it began to rain on the palm leaves outside my window

the vultures at the zoo (all three of them) sit very quietly in their caged tree and below

since my last name was Fuch, he sa… believe the school yard was tough:… powder down my neck, threw gravel… with rubber bands in class, and ou… me names, well, one name mainly, o…

after the slaughter house there was a bar around the corner and I sat in there and watched the sun go down through the window,

My drinking slowed down the next week. I went to the racetrack to get fresh air and sunshine and plenty of walking. At night I drank, wondering why I was still alive, how the scheme wor...

I tried it standing up this time. it doesn’t usually work. this time it seemed

to be writing poetry at the age of… like a schoolboy, surely, I must be crazy; racetracks and booze and arguments with the landlord;