The boys on Dorsey station didn’t know my problems. I’d enter through the back way each night, hide my sweater in a tray and walk in to get my timecard: We had a game going, the black-w...

murder the roaches spit out paper clips and the helicopter circles and cir… smelling for blood

cigarettes wetted with beer from the night before you light one gag open the door for air

in the Valkerie Mountains among the strutting peacocks I found a flower as large as my head

the house next door makes me sad. both man and wife rise early and go to work. they arrive home in early evening.

like in a chair the color of the s… as you listen to lazy piano music and the aircraft overhead are not at war. where the last drink is as good as

The voices of the people were the same, no matter where you carried the mail you heard the same things over and over again. “You’re late, aren’t you?” “Where’s the regular carrier?” “He...

Four or five days passed. The phone rang. It was Tammie. “Listen, Hank. You know that little bridge you cross in your car when you drive to my mother’s place?” “Well, right by there the...

which reminds me I shacked with Jane for 7 years she was a drunk I loved her my parents hated her

she was a short one getting fat and she had once been beautiful and she drank the wine she drank the wine in bed and

terror finally becomes almost bearable but never quite terror creeps like a cat crawls like a cat

there was a frozen tree that I wan… but the shells came down and in Vegas looking across at a g… at 3:30 in the morning, I died without nails, without a co…

we take what we can see— the engines driving us mad, lovers finally hating; this fish in the market staring upward into our minds;