#Americans #XXCentury
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...
and the subnormal. all through grammar school junior high high school junior college
no we can’t we can’t win it I’ve decided we can’t win it just for a while we thought we cou… but that was just for a while
Thanks for the good letter. I don’t think it hurts, sometimes, to remember where you came from. You know the places where I came from. Even the people who try to write about that or mak...
kool enough to die but not kill I take my doctor’s green pill drink tea as the sharks swim through vases o…
I know that some night in some bedroom soon my fingers will rift
as the spirit wanes the form
a woman, a tire that’s flat, a disease, a desire: fears in front of you, fears that hold so still
the legs are gone and the hopes—th… and I haven’t shaved in sixteen da… but the mailman still makes his ro… water still comes out of the fauce… myself with glazed and milky eyes…
I went over the other day to pick up my daughter. her mother came out with workman’s overalls on. I gave her the child support money
great writer remains in bed shades down doesn’t want to see anyone doesn’t want to write anymore doesn’t want to try anymore;
places to hunt places to hide are getting harder to find, and pet canaries and goldfish too, did you… that?
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
Tony phoned and told me that Jan had left him but that he was a… helped him he said to think about… like D. H. Lawrence pissed off with life in general bu…
half-past nowhere alone in the crumbling tower of myself stumbling in this the