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

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,

We ran up the long ramp. I was ca… At the escalator Tammie saw the f… “Please,” I said, “we only have f… “I want Dancy to have the money.” “All right.”

see this poem? was written without drinking. don’t need to drink to write.

Sunday, I am eating a grapefruit, church is over at the… Orthadox to the west. she is dark

she was hot, she was so hot I didn’t want anybody else to have… and if I didn’t get home on time she’d be gone, and I couldn’t bear… I’d go mad. . .

The track had moved down the coast a hundred miles or so. I kept paying the rent on my apartment in town, got in my car and drove down. Once or twice a week I would drive back to the ap...

she writes: you’ll be moaning and groaning in your poems about how I fucked those 2 guys last week.

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

I’m out of matches. the springs in my couch are broken. they stole my footlocker. they stole my oil painting of