sleepy now at 4 a.m. hear the siren of a white ambulance,

the virus holds the concepts give way like rotten shoelaces toothache and bacon dance on the lawn

the essence of the belly like a white balloon sacked is disturbing like the running of feet on the stairs

Lydia phoned me in the morning. “Whenever you get drunk,” she said, “I’m going out dancing. I went to the Red Umbrella last night and I asked men to dance with me. A woman has a right t...

she undressed in front of me keeping her pussy to the front while I lay in bed with a bottle o… beer. where’d you get that wart on

sitting in a dark bedroom with 3 j… female. brown paper bags filled with trash… everywhere. is one-thirty in the afternoon.

I forget the beginning time. 6 or 7 p.m. Something like that. All you did was sit with a handful of letters, take a streetmap and figure your run. It was easy. All the drivers took much...

women don’t know how to love, she told me. you know how to love but women just want to leech.

outside my window Sunday. I am eating a grapefruit. church is over at the… Orthodox to the west.

majestic, magic infinite my little girl is sun on the carpet—

used to drive those trucks so hard and for so long that my right foot would go dead from pushing down on the accelerator.

it’s the same as before or the other time or the time before that. here’s a cock and here’s a cunt

don’t worry about rejections, pard… I’ve been rejected before. sometimes you make a mistake, taki… the wrong poem

blue fish, the blue night, a blue… everything is blue. and my cats are blue: blue fur, bl… blue whiskers, blue eyes. my bed lamp shines