#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
the weather is hot on the back of… which is down at Finkelstein’s who is gifted with 3 balls but no heart, but you’ve got to un… when the bull goes down
the soldiers march without guns the graves are empty peacocks glide in the rain down stairways march great men smi… there is food enough and rent enou…
at one stage in my life I met a man who claimed to have visited Pound at St. Elizabeths. then I met a woman who not only claimed to have visited
sway with me, everything sad— madmen in stone houses without doors, lepers steaming love and song frogs trying to figure
majestic, majic infinite my little girl is sun on the carpet—
cleaned my place the other day first time in ten years and found 100 rejected poems: fastened them all to a clipboard much bad reading.
she wrote me for years. “I’m drinking wine in the kitchen. it’s raining outside. the children are in school.” she was an average citizen
I am hung by a nail the sun melts my heart I am cousin to the snake
dying has its rough edge. no escaping now. the warden has his eye on me. his bad eye. I’m doing hard time now.
these boys have got class they ought to make kings out of old men rolling cigarettes in rooms small enough
There are sketches on the walls of… and outside a large green bus swer… insanity sprung from a waving line… says the radio, and Jane Austin,… “I am going to do her portrait on…
Mongolian coasts shining in light, listen to the pulse of the sun, the tiger is the same to all of us and high oh so high on the branch
if I suffer at this typewriter think how I’d feel among the lettuce-pickers of Salinas?
here comes the fishhead singing here comes the baked potato in dra… here comes nothing to do all day l… here comes another night of no sle… here comes the phone ringing the w…
my mother knocked on my rooming-ho… and came in looked in the dresser drawer: Henry you don’t have any clean stockings?
