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we’d had any number of joints and… beer and I was on the bed stretche… and she said, “look, I’ve had 3 ab… in a row, real fast, and I’m sick… abortions, I don’t want you to sti…
A month went by. R.A. Dwight, the editor of Dogbite Press wrote and asked me to do a foreword to Keesing’s Selected Poems. Keesing, with the help of his death, was at last going to get ...
the hearse comes through the room… the beheaded, the disappeared, the… mad. the flies are a glue of sticky pas… their wings will not
in the afternoon they lean against one another and you can see how much they like the sun.
look there. the one you considered killing you… for. you saw her the other day getting out of her car
The jew bent over and died. 99 machine guns were shipped to France. somebody w… while I inspected the propeller of an old monoplane
Go to Tibet. Ride a camel. Read the Bible. Dye your shoes blue. Grow a Beard.
the elephants are caked with mud a… and the rhinos don’t move the zebras are stupid dead stems and the lions don’t roar the lions don’t care
drunk again at 3 a.m. at the end o… of wine, I have typed from a dozen… poesy an old man maddened for the flesh of young gi…
terrible arguments. and, at last, lying peacefully on her large bed which is spread in red with cool patterns o…
Frank liked airplanes. He lent me all his pulp magazines about World War 1. The best was Flying Aces. The dog-fights were great, the Spads and the Fokkers mixing it. I read all the stor...
64 days and nights in that place, chemotherapy, antibiotics, blood running into the catheter. leukemia.
he hooked to the body hard took it well and loved to fight had seven in a row and a small fle… over one eye,
one of Lorca’s best lines is, “agony, always agony ...” think of this when you
the dead can sleep they don’t get up and rage they don’t have a wife. her white face like a flower in a closed